I realized at a certain age that even if I didn’t come from a broken home, I felt suffocated in the small town of Cement City, Michigan. Truth was, ... loved architect, and I promise you, Cement City was not the place to be for thriving, young architects. So my first day at NYU was a disaster. I was lugging around 5 ton books, walking around like a lost puppy. My laptop bag decided to keep slipping off my shoulder, rendering me unaware of the people I was running into. I managed to bump into. She was beautiful and sexy, but lonely. Because of her height and her beauty, women often snubbed her and men assumed she was unapproachable. When she was aggressive she scared them off. It was a no win situation for her leaving her feeling heartbroken and lonely. She had been a solitary for most of her 29 years until she found Samantha and Kelly and the decided to try to start a coven of their own. “You don’t have to whisper silly,” Samantha said to Kelly. “Of course it will work. We’ve got. ”I stared at her in shock.“Two years ago, I was raped in prison. A men’s prison,” she added.My head was spinning. What was she? A transvestite? She couldn’t be. After all, I had made love to her five times. Oh, my God. She used to be a guy. My last night as a man, and I had spent it with a girl who used to be a guy.“I know what you must be thinking,” she said softly. “Please don’t hate me. I wouldn’t have come here if I didn’t care about you, and I think I can help you.”I was completely. Anne was sated but I was still aroused, my dick aching inside my tight jeans."Let's go back inside." I suggested and, holding mom by the waist, we headed back to our room.When we were there she said, "Wait a moment," and went back on the balcony. She returned holding her clothes. "Our show wasn't complete," she said. "He didn't see my front properly..."I was already naked and pulled her over me on the bed. She grabbed my cock and began to suck it as if it was a lollipop, licking it from the top.