“Not sure. I’m trying to figure a couple of things out,” I typed in response. A moment after I hit send, my phone started ringing. It was my ...ister again. She didn’t even give me a chance to say anything.“You text too slow,” Holly teased.“Pardon me for spelling, Sissy.”I could almost see her rolling her eyes when she groaned. “What do you mean you’re not sure? Classes are out for Christmas. You get in the car and drive. If you don’t remember the way, use the GPS on your phone.”“Ha, ha. . She was half-dressed for school, wearing her plaid skirt, knee socks and shoes, but was topless in order not to spill any milk on her crisply pressed shirt.Debbie, hearing the clinking of the spoon in the bowl, stirred."Brooke? Is it morning already?" Debbie asked, stretching sexily."Yeah. Isn't your first class at 9?" Brooke asked, standing in the doorway, bowl in hand."What time is it? Shit! Why didn't someone wake me?" Debbie yelped, climbing off the couch, breasts swaying."I forgot. Ally's. " "Well, Felice, you were going to explain a few things to me." "Right. First, let's get the definitions and labels thing out of theway. Some of us are okay with that stuff, but others think it's a pileof crap, and hate it with a passion. Me, I don't care much one way oranother."Felice paused to order a white wine, and then looked back at Betsy. "Ohyes, labels. Do you know anything about TG, or what it is?" "Aside from the fact some of you dress like women, not a thing." Well, TG stands. Luckily my plan worked. As we start chatting and getting along well, I reached and touched her arm. She didn’t flinch. More talking and I move in for a kiss. She happily opens her mouth and our tongues collide. I lean in and go deep for the kiss. She grabs my hand and puts it on one of her huge tits. At this point I’m fully erect. Almost hurts. She reaches down to grab a hold of my huge cock. (It’s pretty big ladies 9” fully erect. Women have told me I have a huge cock) as soon as she touches.