How I left this lovely Cornish village as a broken and unhappy child in the wrong body, how I made my fortune in the big smoke, and how I had wanted t... become a woman, to become me. I told him of the drugs and the operations. I told him everything I had done that made me the way I am now. Matt had so many questions that I couldn’t answer them fast enough. Then came one of the big ones, “So, do you still have a…a cock?” “No, I had sex reassignment surgery, down there,” I pointed with my finger,. « Il faut qu'elle soit bonne votre femme et mon ouvrier aura le droit aussi de lui passer dessus ! »« Pas de problème pour ça, elle a l'habitude ! » Lui lance Alain.Je foudroie du regard mon homme alors que le patron claque le capot de la voiture comme pour sceller leur accord.Je suis effarée de voir que je suis le fruit d'un marchandage. Le type prend le bas de ma robe et me l’enlève en un tour de main. Je me retrouve dans le garage en petite culotte. Je lance à Alain :« Tu me le paiera mon. "I think he has come out to play again." she says."Of course he has" As he continues to enjoy the warm silky softness he ask "Did I tell you that you are the prettiest girl I have ever fucked? And, you have the tightest pussy I have ever felt." "Why do all guys say that? It's like they suddenly want something casual to become serious." "Not at all, when a guy tells you that he is telling the truth. I swear it's like your pussy is a custom fit silk glove made just for my cock" "I might be tight. She was warm and extremely wet. It was the first time I ever penetrated a black woman with any part of my body. A grin came upon my face as I kissed her neck again. On cue she turned her head back and we started to make out again. My index finger was next to join my middle finger, I stuck them in the whole way and started to finger her as if I was digging for gold. I continuously switched from rubbing her to fingering her. Her body language and grinding started to behave in jolty and in sudden.