In the mirror all I could seewas a small bush. I reached and felt, and felt an opening. I gently put afinger in the top. I felt like, in there, I coul... almost touch the tip ofmy penis.But feeling around for a penis, without quite being able to touch it, gavea sense of certainty. I really was Samantha. At least, until I was able tochange back. So it was: high voice, a vagina instead of penis, boobs and,while I could walk, it still felt wrong.I went to the drawer and pulled on some panties, again. I did pretty well. I met a lot of girls from a town about 20 miles away, and I didn’t have a car. But back then you could count on getting a ride if you hitchhiked, and I did so to hang out with the girls, often. And that’s how it all started.I was dressed in a pair of jean shorts, sneakers and a tank top, wandering along a back road, when an older Lincoln came along. I put out my thumb and the car came to a stop just beyond me. I opened the door and behind the wheel was an older Black man,. I was bit startled and didn’t know who it was for, and I wasn’t ready to be probed just yet. I shook my head as he undid the wrapper and then went down on me again to harden me up before placing the rubber over my cock and rolling it down the shaft. He produced some lube from his pocket and sqeezed the tube to lube me up before turning around and bending over in front of me. I rubbed my cock head at his hole and he moaned with expectant delight. It didn’t feel as good with the rubber, and I. Ye stry 2months purni h jab muje 1st may ko muje apni cusn ki shadi me jana tha toh mumma ne mujse kaha tu ghar aa ja fir hum log shadi me chalge. Hum logo ko Jaipur jana tha shadi me toh hum log shadi wale ghar p 5 din phle puhch gae. Masi ki ladki ki shadi thi toh un ne ek outside resort book kiya hua tha or sare functn wahi hone the. But muje akle maja nahi aa rha tha kyu ki mere koi bhi cusn nahi aaye huye the toh me bore ho raha tha or waha kafi sare log the par me waja ksis ko nahi janta.