*If itis illegal for you to be reading this, either because of age or someother factor, STOP READING NOW! *Lastly, if stories involvingTransgender iss...es, young teens, sexuality, nudity, etc. are a turn offfor you, STOP READING NOW!If none of this applies, sit back and enjoy.Feedback appreciated; send to [email protected] Chapter 2I carried on kissing and licking her breasts until she grasped my headand pushed it back. I felt slightly disorientated for a moment, havinghad my world so. The question is," she said as she sat next to him on the couch, "are you willing to take a chance on me?"Linda leaned over and kissed him on his cheek his beard tickled her mouth, the wine she had consumed acting like an aphrodisiac, driving her on. She slowly slid off the black leather couch onto the floor in front of him. She reached for his belt and unbuckled it, smiling at him. Linda then unzipped his pants, and pulled them down his legs. "Linda I don’t think ..."“Good Richard … Don’t even. I watched as my thick cock, drawing back out of her, slowly began to turn her pussy a little inside out. She seemed to love it so! Her body soon froze in my arms, as she began to scream. Seconds later, I began to fill her with semen, large spurts of it, creating a tremendous wetness in her tight clinching pussy, her screaming echoing off my home, my pool house. “Fuck yes,” I yelled. “Mmmph.” she groaned. “Goo...goo...oh my fuu... Aahhh...ohhh...” Her little toes curled and uncurled right. Curiosity got the better of me and when Jillian told me about going to the Avon party with Marge I told her fine, that I would be working late that night and I would catch a bite to eat on the way home. Tuesday night I was in a borrowed car parked just down the street when Jillian backed out of our driveway. I followed her to Marge's place and as Marge climbed into Jillian's car I wondered if her husband was just as clueless as I had been. I followed them across town and I began to wonder just.