Every time a group of men would walk past our cubicle, both Marcy and Iwere pointed out from the other girls. The men walking past would noticeme, the... they'd check me up and down in a way that I found quiteunsettling. I was completely unused to this experience unlike Marcy."Men keep staring at me," I said to her over the noise in the pub."Well to all intents and purposes, you're now a female and it's not justhaving breasts that you need to get used to. You've crossed a genderline today by. I imagined him telling me I was a very naughty girl and had to be punished. He said he would need to fuck me hard to make sure I was not naughty again. Whilst fingering me, he pushed me back on to the desk, so I was lying down and I watched him as he went down on me. This is something I had never experienced, only read about in magazines and books, and I imagined what it would be like to have Mr Allen licking me in such an intimate way. The same way I had read with interest and curiosity in. Finally, she demanded that I kiss her musky asshole. As I approached it with my lips it started to pucker outward to greet them. And sure enough, over a clumsy minute or two, we had synchronized our kisses so that my puckered lips met her puckered anus at the furthest point outward. Needless to say, I made out with her asshole for an hour, with the second half devoted to sloppy French kisses that were greeted now by a relaxed, gaped asshole. I finally flipped her over and was expertly taught. She say besides me with a shy smile on the face and her head lowered. I told her how beautiful she looked in these modern clothes. She blushed. I sat closer to her. I gently touched her elbows and lifted her arm. She kept biting her thumb. I raised her arm all the way to reveal her beautiful underarms. She had soft black hair under them. Untouched by a razor or chemicals her underarm looked soft and supple. I touched it with my fingers. Anita jerked and let out a soft moan. I gently moved my.