You told me to lift my legs up over my head and put my ass up and let hang over the arm rest. you shove you cock into my sopping wet pussy and fuck me...furiously. you even bend over and make out with me; grab my hair, kiss my mouth, play with my tongue, slap my face, then repeat. you wrap your hands around my neck and look at me; you love staring at my me while youre fucking me, watching my reactions and how much im enjoying myself. you pushed me down and told me to climb on you lap. i straddled. “Not stretched?” she asked. I hesitated. She knew I would love hearing her pussy being described as stretched. She would love me looking at her and knowing she had taken a cock so big that it had physically stretched the walls and lips of her sacred pussy. “Yes,” I hesitated, “he has stretched you.” “As soon as I saw him for the first time I knew he would honey. I knew there was no way I was going to have him in me and he would not leave me stretched. After all, you have now seen him haven’t. She then tied myhair back into a ponytail with a lacy ribbon. A dab of makeup and Ilooked like any other 16-year-old girl!Instead of cringing at how quickly I could be turned into a girl, like Iusually did, I liked the idea this time! If I was embracing this newlife, then I was glad this part would be easy. I even thought I wasfairly attractive. The boys seemed to agree. They would stare at my mom and me while weshopped, but I was pretty sure they weren't looking at Mom, much. It wasa strange. "I see him walk up from behind me in the mirror and gently place his handson my shoulders trying to cam me."I did not mean to upset you. I've always had fantasies of meeting a realtranssexual like you. Someone that wants and chooses to be a woman over aman. The way you look so sexy, the fact that you have breasts... takehormones and really want to please a man... please forgive me."He takes his hands off my shoulders and steps back away from me towardsthe door."I'm only a part time.