I should have been nervous but after that conversation I was just horny and ready for some kind of real action. Suddenly my phone went off and it was ...im. RICK: Hi ME: Hi RICK: So you serious? ME: Are you? RICK: Hell yeah! I'd love to get my hands on that sweet pussy of yours. ME: Really? How do you know my pussy is sweet? RICK: Baby cause as girl as sexy as you gotta taste like pure sugar and I love me some sugar. I could spend hours licking your pussy and sucking on that sweet little clit. So I offered to bring her with me the following month. We exchanged email addresses and a month later had our first date. We had been dating regularly since, usually in the evenings, but we often met for lunch as well. We had tried all of the so called ‘hot places to be and be seen’, and had recently decided that we liked the Cheesecake Factory more than anywhere else we had been. After about 20 minutes we were seated in the middle of the outdoor deck area. I let her sit on the side. ”Ed’s face fell from the little heaven he’d been in, “ Oh sure Margot; OK.” he said as she walked off. He’d never been dumped on the floor before and walked back to the table feeling stupid.In her own time she had rejoined him, obvious to his annoyance. But within a short while she had him eating out of her hand and he even plucked up the courage to get her on the floor again. She got him hot under the collar in no time and kept him brewing for nearly ten minutes before asking him to see her. The oldest brother had already made remarks in the direction that I was looking good as a woman. With my long legs, small hands and feet, hanging shoulders, hairless smooth body, small penis, big, sensitive nipples with wide aureolas, huge lips, and small nose, I did indeed look like a girl. Women’s clothes fit seamlessly while my body never really fit well in any men’s outfit. Mom already knew this; I grew up in girls’ clothes, until my elder brother was five years old and started to wonder if.