For her part, Lily was grunting and groaning as she shafted me. I wondered what was going through her mind as she fucked me. Knowing as things stood t...is probably was the last time for her. As I’d mentioned to her earlier, I had heard of a number of pre-op trans-women who were so unhappy at having the male member between their legs that for them, sex just wasn’t fun, but Lily clearly wasn’t among them. She banged away, growing in speed and ferocity, she was enjoying her work and my pussy and I. If I took it off, then a dick or another would find its way into my pussy. That would bring me back to square one.So here I was. I couldn’t have sex – no choice. I had to pee – no choice either. The decision was easy, so I took off all my clothes and returned to the toilet which was next to the shower in the bathroom. I intended to start first with a small amount of pee, just to see where it would go. But once I started, I was unable to stop the flow. A torrent came through the mesh, spreading. She knows what he wants. Without opening her eyes, she pulls her twat wide open for the man. Robert hovers, but does nothing. The girl licks her fingers, getting them all wet and slippery. Then she starts tracing the outline of her pussy, making it slick and smooth, getting closer and closer to her pink, sweet spot. Swirling her fingers around her clit her hips writhe and buck. Two fingers slip inside. Her pussy is ripe and ready and so very wet. Her fingers are coated with her juices. Carrie. I grew up poor, and I want nice things now," she said."So what do you do?" I asked."I'm a student at the university right now, and I'm a dancer," she said."As in ballroom dancer, or rockette type dancer?" I knew better but I didn't want to sound judgmental."Exotic," she said simply."I hear you can make some real money doing that," I said."Sometimes," she said. "Some of the girls waste it on drugs. I'm working a medical degree." Wow, how much more you need to finish?" I asked."I got two more.