She had seen Bobby’s prick spurt. She was vastly more knowledgeable about the way sex worked, and looked, than most of the girls her age. The proble... was there was only one man that experience resulted from. That was Bobby.And, when she did daydream of what it might be like to be under a man, feeling all those things she had only seen, it was Bobby on top of her.At the same time, she loved being with Tim ... talking to him ... doing things with him ... kissing him. She’d gotten to the point. I move back slightly and sit on the bed and she climbs on top of me. Her hand guides my cock into her and bounces immedietly. Her tits hitting my face as both of my hands are behind me supporting us. she then hold them together again and basicaly aims for my mouth as her rythem keeps her boucning on my lap.My arms give way and I collapse flat onto the bed. Her bouncing now turns more into a grind. She lifts her feet onto the bed and her arms now support her and she moves her hips back and. I smile at her and after she walks out the door, a tear rolls down my cheek. Don't get me wrong. I am not regretting my surgery, but you must understand my cock and I have been together for a long time. Like Carrie, I will miss it. I cup it with my hand, rubbing my thumb over the head. It is smaller than average - a side effect of the hormone blockers I took before puberty. I didn't mind though as I love the boobs I got.I have wanted a vagina for as long as I can remember. But, now as the time. She made eye contact with me via the headboard mirror saying I know what you’re enjoying so much you love to watch my tits fly about don’t you as she slapped my ass a few times harder and harder no little love taps. Well I’ll take care of that. My little slut this is about my pleasure not yours as she leaned in and grabbed a blindfold that was hanging on the footboard and slipped it over me head. I was no deprived of one of my pleasures in life I love to watch het big tits giggle and shake when.