I use to lay in bed at night and I could hear them with other couples and single guys and girls at night and when things got quiet, I knew that they w...re all in the bedroom together and every now and then I could hear my mom or one of the other women that came over moaning or getting their head banged against the beds headboard! I would lay there and jerk myself off, thinking about what they were doing in their bedroom with all these people in there.One morning, I woke up and heard them all out. It's been easy for me up untilnow to keep these thoughts and secrets of wanting to be a girl inside me,because no one else knew. I'm just Andy, the nerdy kid who's older brotherplays football. My dream and need I have of becoming a girl was my safeplace I guess. To buy the female hormones and male hormone blockers,knowing what they would do to me, I guess my tunnel vision of wanting tobe a girl, to be like you, to be like ANY girl, blinded me because no oneelse knew about what I was doing."Mom. He watched my face as his expert hands began their sensual, erotic movements. He knew just how to rub and stroke, focusing on my sensitive plum-shaped knob. I gave myself completely to him, arching my back, tilting my head back, closing my eyes, and spreading my legs. I was uttering unintelligible groanings as his hands made love to me, releasing new kinds of passion with which I was heretofore unfamiliar, bringing me to the point of no return. I stiffened, began a long moan, and exploded in. Big dinner, lots of wine and beer, aperitifs and liqueurs. He is going sleep it off.”She went to the kitchen and came back with a large steaming bowl mug of coffee. I took it with two hands and she sat down beside me. Maggie went straight for my cock. “I do owe you.”“No more mister nice guy.” I took a long drink and put the coffee down. I grabbed her and kissed her hard as my cock grew at her rubbing.“I need this.”“You’ve been a bad girl.”“I’m so sorry.”I took a drink of my coffee. Grabbed her.