I was born a girlregardless of anyone mistaking me for a boy. Heck from the age of threewhen boys were fascinated at watching their father shaving I w...s watchingmy mother dressing in all her finery.I was in heaven as I stripped of my rough boy clothes and faced thesesoft delights in total nudity. No excited erection for me as I imaginedthe caress of the wanton silkiness caressing my skin. The sweet sublimeemptiness between my legs as I determined this unwelcome penis will notfeel a tinge as I. I guess I just have trouble exspressing how I feel sometimes. But i do it all for her. I do it all for us. She says I don't try hard enough to make time for her. She says that I concern myself too much with money, and the things I think we "need". But I'm just trying to provide. I heard her talking in her sleep lastnight, while I layed next to her. Restless in bed. Daily routines running through my head. She feels I'm being distant. She thinks I don't want her, and that she has had enough of. “AAAAAAHHH!!!!” she gasped out loud as the tearing fabric both surprised and excited her. I looked at those swollen glistening pussy-lips framed by the shredded lace. They were moist and pink and just begging for attention. I dove forwards and slid my tongue along the full length of her greasy slot.“Oh fuck! That feels so good,” she hissed. My tongue lapped her leaking juices from her pouting labia and then I slid it inside her. “Aaaaaahhh ... yes,” she purred as I swirled my tongue all around. We went to a corner near the urinals and I stripped totally naked to just high heels. Then I backed into one of the urinals. I could feel the cold porcelain, wet with piss, against my bare back. He lowered his shorts and I squatted at his feet and pulled down his undershorts, his boner standing straight up! I began sucking his cock and taking his hairy balls into my mouth. I sucked him deep until he groaned loudly and I felt his warm cum juice flooding my mouth. I gobbled it up quickly because.