But as was always the case, her first cum was just the beginning. Brandi had discovered, over the course of her short but extensive experimenting, tha... the first orgasm was just a warmup for the many more she could bring on. She looked towards the wide screen of the television again, just as the camera focused on the second mans fat cock pushing slowly onto the young teens tight, barely exposed gash. He tugged back on the swing, pulling her up and back so that he could get a good angle on her. You know the unbelievable history of my recent life that i have mailed toyou, in which i tried to describe the great physic, physique and mental, changesenforced by the traces left by my imprudence's, mistakes, trust andnaivety. i came to be enslaved, feminised and dependant, to the wiliness ofa strong and superior Woman whom, tamed and trained me, to domesticity,eroticism and servility, transforming me, first into a complete sissy, secondlyhelped by the surgery implanted in me, to a normal. They both made their way down opposite sides, looking over the crowd for any sign of Karen. Each one asked patrons, who knew Karen if they’d seen her, and none had. Several men had unwittingly fucked her or came in her mouth without recognizing her name or knowing who she was, because of her camouflaged appearance.The crowd in the Hen House was usual for a Friday night. Couples were in various stages of fucking, blow jobs, or eating pussy. The dance floor was also crowded with lots of semi-nude. I stopped and looked across the road. A young man came out of the front door, accompanied by a woman with a toddler on her hip. The man gave the woman a kiss, patted the toddler on the head, got in the car and drove off – that was not my Col’s family.A great sense of loss descended on me: my Col, my only childhood friend, didn’t exist in this world. I saw the woman across the road looking at me curiously. I quickly turned and walked on. I would have to make do with the Col that did exist.