Her weight went up and down over the years and during her undergrad years, she developed a more cultured persona. Damn but she was beautiful! We would...dress in private, away from her mother, and love one another. I loved her as a boy but more so as a woman. Eventually, I came out to Buddy who believed I "just" became interested in CDing. Before, she "forced" me to cross-dress! She loved being dominant and feminized me. She loved directing Terry and our sexual escapades, even thou she had. She was moaning with my dick in her mouth and scratching all over my back.Her legs held my head tightly between her pussy as she let out a stream of cum. I got up and saw her eyes were filled with so much lust. I jumped on her boobs, sucking and pinching them alternatively. She started pulling my hair very hard and reached her other hand to try and get my dick inside her.Doc: Please put it in. I want it, don’t tease anymore.I kept sucking her boobs without giving importance to her words.Doc:. I pick up my phone 'hello' i say'hello do you always perv over your neighbours ? how many times have you sat in your room wanking off watching my husband and i fuck ?''uh no sorry really this is the 1st time i'm so sorry i didn't mean to watch i just glanced out the window and saw you ''oh and did your trousers fall down and your cock jump into your hand ?''uh no look i'm sorry i'll just go let you get on with it''not so fast young man while your eyes were glued to my tits i managed to get a. I cursed under my breath and quickly got dressed. I knew Mr. Crocker, the basketball coach would be furious. I had been late four times already.I ran out carrying my Jordan’s in my hand. The team was no where to be seen. I looked all over the gym. I didn’t hear anything. I sat on the bleachers and waited. I put my shoes on in the meantime. The bell rang at 5pm and I walked back to the boy’s locker room.Mr. Crocker sat right in front of the door. ‘Where were you,’ I asked.‘Basketball practice.