I'm Kimberly, but back then I was just "pretty little Kimmy." At twelve, my tits were already noticeable, though not yet the beauties — forgive my b...agging — that I have now. My hips were rounding out nicely toward their baby-delivering function, though so far neither Gramps' sperm — nor the milky love sauce of any of the boys who I've allowed to fuck me - has ever caught one of my eggs. Sooner or later, it'll happen, I'm afraid, and then when I waddle into school, even those who don't know now. I could feel it throbbing, and I wanted it. I wanted to see it. I wanted to touch it. I wanted it inside of me. I began moving my lips down his neck, his chest, tasting him, kissing him, and licking him. I do not believe I have ever been more aroused in my life!The contrast between his dark muscular body and my delicate white skin seemed like the most erotic thing that I had ever seen. The contrast between a man's body and a woman's has always been a source of arousal. But when that man is. .?" she coyly gaveme a look.I grabbed the bag from her. "We'll see M." Oookaaay!" she exclaimed with a big smile.I scheduled an appointment at a local salon for a full body wax. I hadnever done it before and called around to find the right place to doit for me. I called this one local place and told them about mysituation. They were really accommodating and told me not to worry andthat is be well taken care of. Before I booked, I asked if they havetaken trans customers before. She responded. ’ ‘Don’t call me that.’ She hated Josie. It was what her mother called her and it made her feel like an impotent little girl. Alex had long ago learned to stay out of the power games between Monique and her daughter, but occasionally, even his patience was tested. Samantha chose that moment to come out of the bedroom. She was a little sleep tousled and wearing his Sorbonne sweatshirt which she had pulled down to her mid-thigh. ‘So, is this her?’ Josephine asked, her tone catty. ‘Lay off,’ he.