" Good idea private. I couldn't have thought of a better idea myself." Jefferson seemed to find this funny, so Pete politely chuckled along with his s...perior officer. "Oh private, why don't you pretend this is your wife getting the fucking she deserves."Pete had a slight headache and his eyes hurt a little. He rubbed them and said, "I'll do that sir."Pete grabbed a video camera as the grossly fat black man removed his clothes. The old sweaty black man was missing some teeth, had a huge belly. She had, on many occasions, found her knickers still wet and smelling strongly of his young cum. This is what pubescent boys did, a natural right of passage she thought, so she had never paid it too much attention. Mark sneaked into his mother's bedroom, making his way silently across the thick carpet to her bedside. There they were. In the faint light he could make out her light blue satin knickers. They were his favourite pair to masturbate into. For Mark there was something about these faint. To be a Tranny and have tits and a raging hard-on. Please tell me that this day could come in my life time.Tell me what is your thoughts. Be explicit. Give me some ideas and I might spin a work of fiction for my blog. I know this could help those that feel like they were born into the wrong body if not for just a short time, they could be the person they want to be.Thank you for reading.I have to fill in some letters for this post so I'll attempt a short story.I had this itch. That feeling of. Then dad whispered, “Jessica, how does it feel to know the man fucking you sees right through your games? How does it feel to know you can’t bully or manipulate your father? How does it make you feel to know your daddy’s cock is filling up your cunt right now and is rubbing you in a way you’ve never felt before? How does it feel to want to just let go and cum for your daddy, whether or not you win?”I screamed and came hard. Daddy kept fucking me until I’d cum twice more, just to prove it wasn’t.