’ I shrugged, ‘Thesooner this is over, Nin, the happier I will be.’'Do you not enjoy dressing as a girl even a little bit, Jamie?’Her question...caught me by surprise. ‘Nin, I don’t know. At first I wasterrified but as I relaxed and became more confident, I started to feelbetter about it. I guess, yes, it has been fun to be someone else. Itmakes me feel a little different too. I can see how men treat medifferently as a woman.’‘You mean Shane?’‘No, well yes, a bit. It was weird to find someone. He'd been born in Zambia and lived there his entire life so far. He'd grown up in Muslim household. He'd gone to a madrassa. Learned to read. Read the Koran. Listened to the Imam. He thought of himself as a good Muslim, a loving, but sometimes strict, husband and father. He would have never believed that one day, an incredible opportunity would come his way to 'father' a beautiful, white European married woman (and with the full encouragement of her husband), and yet that was precisely what had. “Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Ooh, that's good, Mr. Davies! President Atterbury! But... Oh, yes, it is, but I need your cocks in me! I need your big, throbbing dicks in me! I have to be fucked by you! I need my teachers' dicks in me!”I wrenched my fingers out of her asshole and stood up, my cock thrusting before me. I stared at President Atterbury still sucking on her tits. “You heard her, Vern, we've got to fuck this little slut.”“Yes, yes, fuck me! I'm such a slut for teachers!” she. He clearly knew and loved sewn cunts.I writhed and moaned into the women’s mouths. I had never been into girls, but my transformation had opened me up to possibilities never seriously considered before. I responded with more moans to their deep sensual kisses and their hands on my breasts. They pressed their sealed cunts to my thighs, rubbing them against me in reminder of what we shared.At my pussy, he used my ample juices to lubricate me and began sensuously rubbing his hole along my wet.