I did not know it at the time, but she would be the transexual that would change my life forever. Some ways quite positively, and in at least one a wh...le lot negatively, but more of that later.Our second encounter was in NJ. I was on a business trip when I saw Ashleigh was in NJ, near Philly. I made my appointment for that very day, but arrived about 15 minutes late. Ashleigh was sitting on the couch in her room. she looked aggravated. I inquired. She explained that being late made my hour long. Soon she took pity on me and lowered the pussy all the way to my mouth. Her bush tickled my nostrils and I thought I was going to sneeze into her pussy. I was grateful to her because I was helpless to reach it without her assistance. Then she parted her pussy lips with her fingers and my tongue darted into the crack. It was delicious and soon I was suckling on her clit. She moved just enough for my tongue to cover the short distance from pussy to arse, which allowed me to penetrate her bottom.. As you know guys go crazy for that shit, er, stuff.”“Oh, so you know about the camming too, wonderful, good job slut.” She pinched Sierra hard on the side. “OW! Stop calling me a slut, what’s your fucking problem!?” She cried, tears leaking out again. “Want me to say it? Right here? Fine. I found out about what you did with my mom.” “WHAT? HOW? I mean, what the fuck are you talking about?” “Well, all my underwear were dirty last night so I went into her drawer, and guess what I. Everything was centered around how she was feeling. For two long years she had buried her feelings, but suddenly her deepest desires and darkest fantasies were being brought into the light. “Yes, god, take me, just take me like you’ve wanted to for two years.” Her nasty mind continued to play on her body, heightening her arousal, increasing her willing subjugation.“I said fuck her, not play with her,” Janet said, her fingers moving between her legs in a very non-boss-like manner.John groaned,.