" I do not," Cheryl said sternly, "like quitters Angela! Now, eitheryou want to become a girl or you don't, I don't care either way, sodon't ever pres...me to assume an action before it happens, not withme!" She sat in the one extra chair, becoming eye level with me. "Asit happens, I know a little something about boys that want to becomegirls, so I have no objection to your working here as a girl, I onlywanted to know just how far you intend to go! Do you want to followthrough? Have the surgery. .I love having my ass admired & being played with through my dress, standing there as he fondles it, before I sit in his lap my arms around him as we kiss...truly I am very femme in my homosexual psyche, so much so very very gay so much so I love being 'en femme' for a guy - high heels, stockings, nylon panties, garters and stockings a dress ( I love wearing a dress & high heels), wig, make up, pink lipstick mmmmmm love being that femme lingerie woman for a man having him feel me up under my. I let a small moan of desire escape my lips and I could sense them looking at me and I knew they would be smiling. Suddenly, the smell of the woman in the room was over whelming. I realized she was right next to me, somewhere. But there was no connection, so how was I to predict what she would do? I felt my heart start to quicken and fear began to creep up on me, until I heard the heavy breath of my men across the room. "Relax." I told myself. "They are still here. You're safe."As I relaxed I. Every flick of his tongue was electric. It wade a lovely change from the week-of-abstinence, followed by the 4-plus frantic hours of disgustingly gratifying sex I just had. Reminded me I was a woman – not just a cum-guzzling whore – and this man was my boyfriend! He had been inside me a few minutes but as his arousal increased he demanded more of my pussy for his cock and gradually tilted more and more onto his front with me underneath him. Soon I was completely on my tummy and.