You say youdidn't have a good relationship with your father. Do you think thatmaybe these feelings you have stem more from that bad relationship with... male figure than from truly desiring to be a woman?" I had never thought of it that way," I answered. "Maybe, not reallysure. Something in the back of my mind is telling me maybe. I justcan't really pinpoint it down, though. I'm not really sure."Ms. Wilcox asked me to think on it as we would discuss it more nextweek. I left the appointment. You look so sexy as you finger yourself. You finger yourself to an orgasm as my mouth and tongue explores your body. I start kissing and licking up your legs. When I get near your pussy I start kissing down your other leg. You are aching for me to tongue your pussy but I carry on teasing you. I suddenly remember you have not had the pleasure of my vibrating tiggler yet. I get up and tell you I need the toilet. Once I am in the bathroom I replace my normal piercing with my tiggler. I then rejoin. Ooooooohhh. I can see his cock is protruding now while I am pleasing myself. I moved my middle finger faster and faster and when I cannot control it anymore, I moaned, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.My panty was so wet. I slowly removed it. And my wet pussy was revealed in his naked eye. While I was about to reach out for my tissue in order to wipe the juices on my pussy, he held my arms and said, let me clean your pussy for you. That turns me on again. I just sat again on my center table, leg spread. I. It is not just the hot juices seeping from her pussy and running down her legs and dripping on the hardwood floor, adding a scent of the forbidden to the foyer. Just as fiercely as I plundered her body, she reached back clutching at my naked, powerful hips, her fingernails burrowing into my skin with the intensity of a dog wanting to rapidly bury a bone. That thought seemed particularly apt to her at the moment, as I repeatedly bury my cock deep within her. My face pressed into her neck, my.