As a transsexual female I identify and live female. My brain, heart, and spirit is meshed with this body that within also exists the blueprints of mal.... I'm not going from one gender to another and completely eliminating a part of me I can't deny no matter how hard I try or may want to. Many things change, def have, and will. Transformation is wrong term and I like to think of it as a combination of transforming and evolving.Transevolution.I present myself and know I am female but I'm way more. The bitch giggled and she moved closer to the action, stroking Jerome's black cock as he kept pumping it down my throat. The bastard Black Master laughed, as he redoubled his pounding on my poor throat; he made me gag on his hard erection, which was growing even bigger…He finally tensed his back and I felt his cock throbbing, as it exploded between my lips, filling my mouth and throat with his warm salty semen.I put my face aside, trying to spit out; but Jerome grabbed my chin and slapped my. She had a troubled life, but maybe that‘s what you have to expect if your father rapes your mother while in the guise of a swan.This tale is set against the same background but it’s not quite such an ambitious tale. It makes no claim to address the great themes of heroism, fate, jealousy, revenge, and lust that the Greek myths explore.Well maybe lust. It’s just a gallop through the Aegean word and what happens when Freddie Clegg’s comfortable Mediterranean base is disturbed by incomers. So,. I heard Millie giggling as she watched us. Then she came closer, resting her cheek against my hip as she took a lesson in cocksucking from a master -- her mother. Eventually, the mother pulled her mouth from around my dick lay back and resumed her masturbation.Millie and I watched as she pushed her fingers past her cunt and worked one up and into her asshole, making sure we both had a clear view of the proceedings. She fucked her finger a few times into her ass, then pulled it out and sucked.