I hastily unzipped my jeans and let my monster 9incher free, wow! Ashlie exclaimed, your way bigger than Sean! I smiled and so did she, she then moved...to the corner of the bed, stared into my eyes and wrapped her hands around the base of my cock, I moaned and she smiled, still looking at my eyes, she slipped her mouth over my head and inhaled deeply through her nose when I let out a low groan. She started bobbing on my cock, getting me more and more excited than ever as she sucked me off in my. I stood there for minutes it seemed before she noticed me. Instead of covering herself up or looking shocked, she just waved at me and smiled. Dumbfounded, I waved back, the whole time never taking my eyes off of her perfect tits. She then sat up, her boobs bouncing in the movement, and said, “How do they look? Tan enough for you?” “I..I think s-so”, was all I was able to get out, my dick jumping to attention like a flag in the wind. “You’re welcome to get a closer look,” she said. "Is this not the life you always dreamedof living? Did you not always suffer from depression and misery everytime you had to become male again? Did you now always wish that you couldbecome a woman permanently?" Well- yes, yes and yes," I sighed. "But seeing the doctor about this?" You can't get a formal diagnosis of GID from the postman," dad shrugged."GID?" I asked."Gender identity dysphoria," dad explained. "Think it's the third orfourth tab on there. And you WILL need a formal diagnosis if. She asked me how many cocks I had sucked and I told her about 75 to 80, some more than once. She commented that I had been a busy little boy. Then she asked if a guy had ever fucked me. I got real red but did not answer. She smiled and said my face gave me away. She asked me how many guys had fucked me and I looked down and whispered 50 or so. She asked what I said and I repeated my answer. She said I was a real cock slut and that she did not know many women who had had more than 50 different.