As he jacked his rock hard teenage cock he recalled the events of the last weekend.Cassandra had dressed him in a stunning white lace bra, waist cinch...r and panties. White nylons and heels were also added along with a wig. He recalled being tied to a bed while she whispered in his ear. She told him to vanish the boy he was and become the girl he wanted to be, and it worked.He relived the feeling of Cassandra lowering her hot pussy onto his rock hard cock. He once again heard her instructions. We kept on fucking hard, for what felt like forever, we just kept on and on neither of us ready to stop . We were both breathing heavily, neither one was cumming yet. It was just long, hardcore fucking. I could feel shalini pussy becoming extremely wet, almost like I was continuously plunging my long solid rod into a wet river of cum. I love it when we sometimes just fuck long and hard and especially when a beautiful pussy becomes soaking and dripping wet with her own cum, what a terrific. She came over, sat onmy lap, and kissed me."Oh Markie," she said. Her hand found its way throughthe hole in my boxers. "You know what else we coulddo?" No," I squeaked, but I knew what she was thinking. Ididn't like it, but I knew alright.She licked her upper lip and bit her pouting lowerone. "I could be the cop . . ." she said huskily. ".. .and you could be the whore." No way." Uh huh. No way. No how."I could make it worth you while," she said andtraced my lips with her tongue. . . he longed to be a girl. He had never felt totally comfortable with boyish things and boyish ways. One Sunday, he learned about the power of prayer in Sunday school. He had a childish view of it, of course; he thought of God as the ultimate wish-giver in the sky. So he went to bed that night, and prayed that he would wake up the next morning as a girl. Of course, it didn't happen. It didn't happen the next morning or the morning after that either. But somehow, it became a habit, and it.
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