He paused as he moved his leg back behind Marcy and turned loose of her hair. Dee then grasped Marcy by both wrists, pulling them back towards him. He...then resumed his onslaught slamming his cock deep inside Marcy’s pussy. He was pulling back on her arms, as if they were the reigns on his chariot, as he slammed forward with his hips. Marcy’s screams grew silent as she was in the middle of an orgasm. Dee could sense this and continued to pound into her without mercy. Marcy was helpless in this. Except they weren’t. A G-string. A thong. Whatever you call them. A piece of material so thin it barely covered her crack. “Oh, sweet Jesus,” Gerrard said to himself. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. And there she was looking back at him from that position and smiling at him. “Like what you see?” Charlie asked him. Gerrard tried to stay all professional. “Might I suggest clothing a little more appropriate to the job in hand?” He regretted saying that, too. Not surprising given the. I had to stroke it. Well, in the night she got up and come into the kitchen to get a drink, I had my cock out on the couch, their was light from the street lamp, so as she walked across the floor, guess she forgot I was there, she was wearing a black long night gown and nothing else. I could see her silhouetted against the light. I put my hard cock back into my boxers and walked around to get a drink also. As she turned and I walked forward I accidently bumped into her. She jumped and started. "At home, I went to bed, to rest, waiting for my first glimpse of mynew self. That night, as mom removed the bandages, I saw the doctorswork. I did indeed look like a female. I had perfectly shaped boobs,only a small scar showing the doctors work, and what looked like aperfect vagina! After a slight probe, mom found that I also had whatappeared to be a labia! Using a mirror, she showed me my new self."Damn!" was all she could say right then, but when mom had me standup, I moaned a little. The.