Those styles we not in fashion for kids or young adults, but I wasthinking about maybe just cutting it so it was up to my shoulder bladeswhen I realiz...d that I had been washing my new body with soap and noteven thinking about it.For some reason, I was obsessed with my feet. That's not the part of thebody you would think a girl who used to be a man would be interested in,but as David I had the misfortune of large feet as a young teenager thatI eventually grew into. But before I had grown into. I was hoping that he was going to take me into the woods for a fuck. Instead he pulled up next to a small group of guys all dressed like him, and me, in blue denim. He obviously knew them. He climbed off and gave one of them a hug.“Look lads - Isn’t she sexy ?” He wasn’t talking about the bike. He was showing them my cunt. My thighs were stretched astride this massive cushioned seat and my tiny little skirt had pulled right up. The big bike was purring gently between my legs. One of the guys. Her hands, after teasingly covering her ripe young breasts, moved upward until her fingers raked through her hair. She twisted enticingly as her fingers combed upward and outward through her long thick brown hair. Her breasts were brought into even greater erotic display as her hips undulated and her torso twisted. Was there ever a female as intensely erotic as she? Were there ever breasts and full and round and voluptuous? Was there ever a mons as inviting to male adoration? Probably yes.. .?"I watched him walk up the stairs and felt my gut twist and waited forhim to bring her down. I heard an odd sound as there was a high-pitchedlaughing and giggling baby upstairs... I was glad that she was at leastsmiling as he brought her down and said, "Why don't you sit with Lizzieon her blankie? I'll give you two some privacy," he told me as he sather down.I climbed off of the chair and walked over to join her. Beth was dressedin a short dress with a snapped onesie attachment. A pacifier.