That was probably it.It was still a couple of hours before the New Beginnings center opened, so I went out on the walking trail that ran along the edg... of the property to have some smokes and clear my head. All I could think about was Becky Finklestein. I ran for a quarter mile or so and I was feeling better, but then I remembered Becky’s arm busting out of her sweatsuit on Monday. In my memory I wasn’t across the barn, I was right there beside her, so I could have counted the freckles on her. Shepassed out before I’d left the room. Kayla joined mein the living room wearing the nightgown she’d broughtwith her. The hem fell only to mid-thing, and it tookall my willpower not to ogle her legs. Likewise, theneckline was low cut and sheer, showing my hercleavage. Kayla had very small breasts and they hadalways turned me on. “Nice gown,” I commented, unable to resist sayingsomething. Kayla looked down at herself. “Thanks,” shesaid. She put her hand on her chest. “Not much. The bark rasped against the front of my blouse, staining it. Ruining it. I didn't care. Not with his dick filling up my bowels. His curly pubic hair kissed my rump. I took him all.I gave him my anal cherry.“Damn, slut,” he groaned as he savored breaking in my asshole. “You're so fucking tight. So hot. Feels different from your cunt.”“Do you like it?” I asked, my voice tremulous.“Fuck yeah I do!”Master drew back his dick. I clenched my bowels down around him, drinking in the velvety friction of. .. for obvious reasons.Obvious reasons? Well, I guess I should tell you a little about me, if you haven't read my previous stories.I'm now 39, 5'7", and down to 125 pounds, with black shoulder length layered hair and blue eyes.I've also had my facial hair permanently removed with electrolysis and the hormones I'm taking have given me B cup breasts so far.I guess you've probably figured that I'm transgendered.I have no genital surgery planned, but it's become just about impossible to find work.