He looked up and extended a hand to help her balance on the way down. Gladly, she leaned against his arm, using it to support herself until she was on...solid ground. Even then, his arm stayed draped loosely around her waist."Hey," Stephen said by way of greeting. If he recognized Linnea, he gave no sign. Reaching down for a cooler near his feet, he came back up with a beer bottle and offered it to her. She took it wordlessly. Even at this distance, the heat from the bonfire was intense,. Scant minutes later, Stephanie sat back; one finger swiped a dribble from her chin then pushed it into her mouth. “Mmmm,” she muttered, “Mom wasn’t kidding, that stuff’s not bad.”“What?” Had he dozed off and misheard her?“I said, ‘Ask your mom to feed you more citrus.’”“Oh, okay,” heck, right now he’d chew stones for her. If this were what Steph meant by wiggle room, he’d take it. He had another thought: if she could do it to him, he could do the same to her. Another of his many, many fantasies. He licks your pussy from behind slipping his tongue in and out of your wet pussy. Do you like what Pete is doing to you I ask?. Oh yes you say don't stop Pete you reply. Well tell him how much you like it then sexy I say to you. Oh god Pete please don’t stop you pant. Pete moves his tongue in between the cracks of your arse. MMMM that feels really good Pete you say. Do you want a good rimming Pete asks? What is rimming you pant? I will show you Pete says. With that Pete shoves his tongue up. I cannot shake it off. I try to bury it. Deep inside me. The more I try not to think about it, the more it comes back. The more I feel it. I am transgender. I want to be a woman. I need to be a woman.Ever since high school, when I marvelled at lingerie models in the newspaper, pretending to pose like them, feeling jealous of the skirts and tights the girls in my class were wearing, dreaming of being a lesbian submissive, I have struggled to shake it off.I have bought dresses, lingerie, high.