He was on his back and she was above him, moving up and down. They had covered themselves with their jackets, but I knew what was going on. "It's cool...guys. Just take off the jackets. I don't mind the view. I'll keep my eye on the road too." "Really? What about it Jennie? Wanna give our driver a show?" Her only answer was muffled by the fact that his cock was filling her mouth. Then I could see a grin on her lips as her mouth surrounded his prick. She started giving me a good show. Jacking his. It all started off by exchanging messages and later into phone calls. We spoke several hours understanding each other, exchanged photos of ourselves. She was around 34, on the plumpier side and whereas me, I am 5’11 with average build, a decent size according to my look and build. She was in Chennai and me in Bangalore waiting for the meeting day.The day soon arrived. I drove down to Chennai. As soon as I landed, I refreshed myself, called her to check her availability. She was overjoyed to. "How does it feel finally being a whole woman?" Brigitte asked."Strange but wonderful. The strange being not feeling that piece ofuseless equipment between my legs and wonderful knowing that I am thegirl I wanted and suppose to be."When Vanessa entered her now very feminine bedroom, there was nothingand I do mean nothing that ever could be considered manly in the room.She found a training bra and a pair panties bronzed. The plaque said,"Vanessa's First Bra and Panties." I still remember the day. Our tongues joined, struggling for primacy. I felt my bigger breasts engulfing her smaller ones, flattening them against her chest.It was time for her breasts to receive the attentions mine had enjoyed. I kissed my way down her neck and across her collarbone until I reached the alabaster skin of a boob. As mine had done, her nipple stiffened to the touch of my tongue, the pressure of my lips, the vacuum of my thirst. She arched her back, pressing herself further inside me. I circled one hand.