Both her hands firmly gripped the lounger, not her vulnerable bikini; her shoulders stiffened which slid her firming nipples under my girls’ fingers... My fingers slid up and down her left labium, pulled the bikini down another inch to give me easy access to both labia. I confirmed that the loose crochet pattern had no liner so her landing strip and swelling labia were clearly visible through the large gaps. “Did you remove the lining, or did it come this holey?” When I split her labia apart and. She kicked out, her legs scissoring. Alec did not move back soon enough. The impact of her feet against his thigh knocked him over, causing him to fall heavily onto the floor. Before he could get up, she got to her feet and blurred to the door. “Where do you think you’re going?” he sounded amused as he stood up, much to Max’s disgust. “Away from you, as if it’s not obvious,” she replied, her eyes flashing angrily. Her hand quickly went down to re-fasten her pants, not wanting to remain exposed. I had a list of changes that a good plastic surgeon coulddo. It wouldn't be inexpensive, but I decided it would be worth it tome. With some searching online and recommendations from some girls intransgender forums, I selected a potential surgeon. He lived about sixhours away (which would give me more privacy), was highly respected, andhandled a lot of gender-related patients. I went to his web site andusing his email connection, detailed some changes I wanted to have andasked if this would be. I shuffled closer to her. Half lying on her. I hurriedly pulled her dress up, exposing first her tummy, and then her breasts. As I fingered her pussy with one hand I freed her breasts with the other and my lips found the nipples. Sucking greedily. All thoughts of the book were gone. All I could think of was Heather. Her breathing becoming more rapid. Her face flushed. My ardor palpably boiling over into pure lust. Heather's hands fumbled with my belt and undid my jeans. She used her feet to.