I slowly slid her panty a little so that the top part of her pubic hair is visible. She turned around and looked herself in the mirror and asked me. �...�So, you like it?” I told her, “Like it? I love it.”She turned around with a big smile on her face. She looked down. Bent forward to remove my pants. It was an amazing sight to see. Her bra couldn’t handle her breasts and it had come off. Pussy hair was clearly visible. She removed my pants and sat next to me. She took my cock in one hand.I started. Yeah, I was a wreck. My mother was expecting me to marry a young man within the Muskogee nation, but I kept telling her that I was struggling with myself. I was in the wrong body, the conformity was too much for me, and I wanted a change of scenery from this constant sadness that plagued me day in and out.So, here I am in April of 2006, in my late twenties, wearing a binder around my already size B cups- pre-everything. At the table next to me, was the honey-blonde, long haired beauty reading. Laura was the first to come, pressing her face into Yvette's neck and biting down on her screams as the delicious spasms ripped through her body."Ohnngg! Ummggnniieeee!" she cried out, feeling the hot bombs explode inside her pussy, deep inside her belly, the heat spreading out through her flesh.Yvette came only a second later. She stiffened, grabbing Laura fiercely, then exploding in helpless cries."Auugnhh! Oh Jesus... unngghhmnnggeee!" she moaned, her body surging and twisting as the sharp. { For details of what happened inside Starbucks, the reader is directed to 'The Starbucks Incident' }At home, Lesa entered a locked walk-in closet behind her husband's desk. She pulled a foam-lined case from a cabinet and laid it on a narrow bench inside the closet. It took both hands to retrieve her Barrett rifle from a tall safe in the far corner of the small room and transfer it into the case. She pulled three ten-round magazines from a shelf in the safe, loaded each one with the massive .50.