Thick drops of rain pounded my windshield unmercifully. I sighed and looked around. It was dusk, the sun was slowly slipping down out of sight. Bluebo...nets were being ruthlessly slammed around by the gusty wind. Why did my old truck have to break down in the middle of what seemed like a hurricane? I turned to the passenger seat of my truck and reached for a hooded sweatshirt in my bag. I tugged it over my head and then pulled the hood up. I had to figure out what was wrong with this piece of. "You said, you could make thereal Linda feel kind of comfortable, right?" she asked me."No, but I can get someone, her name is Megan." "Can you make me feel a little more comfortable in this body, since it'skind of creepy?" You want me to do that?" I asked him, knowing it would be a positive thingto do."Yeah," she whimpered.I stood there for the longest time, wondering what he was going through. "I can't believe I volunteered to permanently become a girl, I'm such adumb shit," Linda said,. Her flowing blonde hair covered her perky breasts, and her waist shapely. Her hourglass hips were once again covered by the purple thong. Her soft thighs led to shapely calves. The whole package was completed by those wicked dark red mules. Her body was alabaster and freshly shaven everywhere. Her cheeks blushed as I finally had a chance to study her figure.Danielle looked me over from head to toe with a smile in her eyes and finally rested her gaze on my manhood standing at her attention.. ‘Kellie, that was a long time ago, and we were getting married, and…’ Kellie interrupted him, and as she shifted the recliner to the upright position, his eyes were again drawn to her legs as they spread. He could see all the way up her dress, past her stocking tops, past the straps of her garter belt, to where her panties should have been – but weren’t. ‘Rick, please, teach me how to give a good blow job!’ There it was. Just like that. Rick’s first impulse was to run. As he stood up to head.