That old rich guy with the doomyflatchie gave him abrand new factory reconditioned body with one doozey of a catch. TraceWillard, hair, brown, eyes, a...ber, rank, Sergeant First Class,birthplace, Dallas Texas..Sex, femaleIt was a girl.It pisses sitting down.It would take forever in the bathroom.It would like chick flicks and soap operas and frilly things to wear.Trace Willard, Tracey Willard the girley-girl.These were all of the thoughts that raced through his head, his? HIS?That was a good. Pilar seemed to ooze sexuality without trying…and with her world class, heart melting smile...well…she was “all that!”As I moved quietly down the hallway toward Ellen’s bedroom I began to hear sounds that told me that the girls were involved in something that they were enjoying a lot! The closer I got to Ellen’s bedroom door the louder the sounds and the harder my cock grew. I stopped at the doorway and carefully looked inside, trying not to interrupt the goings on. As took in the site before. She then scolded me for doing so to which I passionately kissed her and then she just hugged me. I then removed her sari bra and panty in no time and we were to hot body’s exploring each other. I just couldn’t believe myself as she knelt down and was toying my six inch and she gave me the most wonderful blow job ever. I just cummed in her mouth and she drank it all. She came up and passionately kissed me. I than drank from her boobs and had inserted my finger in her love hole to which she was. I felt like I had at long last, been allowed to feel like a woman. I knew now that I wanted to look in the mirror in the morning, and know that I was looking at a woman who had done what normal women do, with their boyfriends, the men that they love.I did not know what to do, so I wrapped my hand around his cock again, amazed at how big and hard he could get. I felt so flattered that I could make him react to me like this. He was reacting like this, I knew, because of my femininity. Not know.