Her fingers were trembling and she could scarcely grip the zipper tab. At last the zipper snicked open and she fought at the tight bra hooks.Susie, in...the tangle of dress and bra, fed on a succulent breast cap until, with a jerk, she felt her bra come free.She had a tittie in each hand then, kissed one rosy nip and licked the other, circled each with her tongue-tip, then raised up still smiling and faced Carla, who, red-faced, stared at her with wild eyes.Susie yanked down her own dress front. I was born a male in NYC, 28 years ago. My life was simple and ordinary. I had blonde hair and Hazel eyes. I looked more like a girl even when I was young.I grew up around three females; I was surrounded by perfumes and lacy clothing. I was also considered adorable; letting Mommy dress me up in feminine clothes was normal to me then. I was a mommy's boy. I was so cute until Mom took me for my first crew cut. Dad was away in the war at the time I was born, Mom told him I was a girl named Terry. "Yes what?" Yes, I love it. Yes, you can fuck me again," I answered. "Damn it, fuck me!"It really did feel amazing. His hard cock rubbing my prostate, his stomach rubbing my shaft, I was in heaven. And I was unable to hold my orgasm in any longer. I came between our stomachs, feeling the sticky liquid spread between us. "Oh my God, yes!" I screamed as I climaxed."That's right, bitch!" Tom exclaimed. I'm fucking the cum right out of you. Damn, you must really love my cock."He pushed his shoulder. So here I am, celibate and as confused as ever. But, for some reason, Icouldn't stop looking at the new woman. She caught me looking a coupleof times and I immediately looked back at my computer screen but I'msure I saw her chuckle to herself so I think she noticed. I reallywanted to know more about her so, after she'd gone home for theevening, I went over to Sue to see what I could find out.I didn't get a lot from Sue - just that her name was Mandy, she washere for a week to sort out the.