I grab my mirror placing it on the floor as I sit down looking at my shaven lips, spreading my legs. As I enter two fingers inside me slipping in and ...ut, juices come with it. My fingers covered in cum as I place them in my mouth how tasty. My other hand rubbing my clit slowly, as I reveal my bud how beautiful it looks, faster and faster I go the build of lust builds stronger. I only rub my clit I go faster rubbing and sliding. More and more the juices flow out. "oh god" I must be quiet for my. Just as she rapidly lifted her head up from the towel, Rose saw Peter standing in front of her and gasped, “Peter”, much louder than the tone in routine. Other than the surprise, she was not looking disturbed and did continue to dry her hair without attempting to hide her body. Surely she could see the big bulge in front of Peter’s pants as she brought the towel behind her back and began rub drying herself, making her sweetly grown breasts undulate to cause his cock to stretch oven longer and. The window was high on the wall, but allowed a man of better than average height to look out and enjoy a sweeping view of the grandeur of the river valley. Their mates on the other hand were only given a view of the high blue sky and what clouds happened by in this dry Eastern Washington locale. A similar view would have been expected from the bedroom windows except for the café curtains and tall evergreen trees that masked the near view into Jessup. The women living with those men were. But now I am a woman, aheterosexual woman.Look, when this first happened to me, I would get up each morning andlook into the mirror and repeatedly tell myself that I was not LeslieAndover but William Roberts. I did it in the middle of the day, onbreaks at work, in the car. I would not let go of who I was. You knowwhat that got me, depressed. It got me depressed because no matter howmuch I told myself who I really was, it was Leslie's face that keptstaring back at me. It was a woman's voice,.