When I arrived, she was looking for something in the cupboard. “No, forget about it! No more horsecrap with vinegar! Just you, me, and my raging coc...” “Don’t worry. These are not for you they are for me” She picked up a bag of raw chickpeas. “Since you broke my last toy, I’m keeping this one for myself” She opened the bag and spilled its content on the floor. Next, she knelt on the chickpeas she spilled. “Come give me your dick, brother. I want it in my mouth” I approached her, and she opened. I easily said yes. Not only is the babycute as a button, I could engage in one of favorite activities.You see, I'm a combination transgender adult baby. So, not only could Iindulge in the simplicity of baby things, I could also rifle the drawers ofthe bedroom.A few hours later, I found myself back in Dennis' and Jenny's bedroom. Theyhad left about an hour ago. I made sure that Kaylie had had her formula andshe was now sleeping it off. I had now stripped down and was wearingnothing. I'd found. So many times, we would hear people talk whose voice didn’t match their online image, shattering the illusion. It’s quite the let down to see a beautiful woman and create a dream of what she sounds like, only to have that fantasy destroyed when you hear something radically different.The results for us had been hit-and-miss but mostly miss. So, for Carol to even consider voicing with someone she didn’t know meant she had to be really fucking horny.“Is it ok?” she asked, biting her bottom lip.. ” I dried her eyes with the cuffs of my blouse, and then I kissed her, right in front of the cameras. With the simple sheet of paper stating me to be a free woman, I could register myself as a legal citizen of this country, and have the microchip removed from the back of my neck. I could have things I’d only ever dreamt about before. I could have my own bank account, job, home, passport; I could even have my own slave if I could afford one, and therefore, once I had the money, I could.