"Aunt Barb sighed. "If you must, you must. Now go."As I waited for the elevator to take me downstairs, I could feel my pussy leaking, dampening my thi...hs. Actually, it wasn't leaking, it was pouring, just like outside in the parking lot. I imagined myself as a tourist attraction, Jackye Falls, straddling the border between two countries, where folks came from all over to watch the water gushing from the meeting place of two legs. I rarely wore underwear any more; in my mind I still enjoyed the. He had first experienced this feeling as far back as pre-school when he often asked his mother why he couldn't wear dresses like the other girls. The feelings intensified as he grew older, especially during his teen years, when Ryan watched with envy as those same girls developed into attractive young women.Oh, how he wished to be able to wear those clothes and makeup. How he wished he had breasts and a vagina. Each night he would go to bed and pray for divine intervention, to somehow awake in. “I hear you sport, but now you can play the field, eh” Uncle John said grinning.We arrived at his house in a few more minutes. He had a nice sized house and yard on the outskirts of town where most of the newer houses were being built. He pulled into the driveway and parked next to Aunt Laura’s car. I carried my bags as Uncle John opened the front door.“Honey we’re home” he called out as we went in to the air conditioned comfort.“Be right there” I heard a voice in the recess of the house say.In. I started caressing her tits her eyes were closed I can smell that she had some different thought in her mind that I could read clearly my fingers ran on her crotch which was wet I inserted my middle finger & started with finger fuck touching her g-spot she cummed more than ever before I slowly whispered in her ears what u have in your mind Sharika just closed her eyes & said nothing but I knew something was there I slide my erected prick in her juicy hole it was wet more than its everyday I.