I started gettingthe feel of "keti" of our childhood game again. So, I took off myclothes and put on her clothes and looked at my reflection in mirror...Something was just not right. The proportions of the body andcurvatures didn't match with the clothes and my penis was evident inthe front part of the skirt. So, I decided to "mend" my bodyappearance. So I disrobed again.Although I had worn my sister's clothing when I was a kid, I hadnever worn or considered wearing her underwear. But now to. A dad was putting the finishing touches on a rather intricate sandcastle he’d built with his son and daughter. The water level was rising, though, so I knew it wasn’t going to last the hour. Funny that ... The sweet spot for castle building was between the lines of high and low tide, where the sand was just the right consistency and moisture ... And yet that was the zone of certain destruction as well, given the surging and receding waters.For now, the man had built a break wall in front of the. Again using the tip of my cock I pulled her fuck juice up and left a pool on her puckered tight little asshole.Her pussy now opened up like a flower begging to be fucked. I lined up my cock and drove all the way in her wet tight little cunt. The heat and her ability to squeeze my cock felt so good I didn't want to stop. I had other plans though. Holding my cock deep inside her I told her to put her arms behind her back like before. She moans as her head hits the pillow. With my cock lodged deep. A perfect partner for a bi boy."She smiled back, "That's why I've been with Jim for so long. But I was just starting my transition when we met back in college. He stayed by my side through everything. The doctor's appointments, the surgeries, the injections, even all of the bigots that gave me hell. Jim stayed by me through it all."I cocked my head, "I never thought about bigotry and the problems you would have encountered. You've always been a beautiful woman since I've known you. It never.