I take walk over to you, prop some pillows up behind you and lightly guide you back to them. Leaning on the pillows so you can see me, I take your leg... and part your thighs, then take your hands and guide them down to your cunt. Without breaking eye contact, I take a seat, take a drink of wine and watch you start teasing your cunt. Lightly making circles around your clit, then parting your lips and just rubbing your wetness on your fingers. I ask you if you need me to get a toy for you, you. Adam says she can be a real castrating bitch when she wants to be! Whatever she has in mind, I’m sure you will make me proud! Well I think we both had better get some sleep. I’m exhausted and you know why!’ She teased, ‘And you are going to need all the rest you can get.’ We fell into bed and Angel was soon fast asleep. I lay awake, reliving the evening’s events. I was so relieved that I still had her love, and so turned on remembering her magnificent performance! I soon found myself, cock. "That was easy."We played another round. This time her breasts bounced out after a lay-up. She was embarrassed and turned to fix herself. I said nothing and we played on. It was clear now that the distraction of her naked skin was the only thing on my mind and I longed to see her again. My chance came all too soon as her breasts were freed during a lane drive."Why don't you go put a shirt on," I said nervously. "Those aren't doing you any good."She poked at me. "You're just trying to psych me. Megan and I are best friends, she helps me do my hair and put on my makeup. We go shopping together (she gets the giggles in the lingeriedepartment), we put on our face masks together. How could I be thinkingabout sex with a friend like that?I should tell you that my name is Cheryl and I am a twenty-six year-oldpre-op transsexual. I am about five foot eight, blonde hair (which I liketo dye rich chestnut or black). I have already changed my name butlegally I am still male. My doctor says it'll.