Me: jaan aab kya meri gand me dalne ka eradha hai?Naveen: ha yaar tumhari gand etni mast hai ki dekhane ke baad me raha hi nahi jata hai aur waise bhi...jab tum chut marwa leti ho to uss time par tumhari gand aur bhi tite ho jati hai to gazab ka maza aata hai aur lund lund ka jaise jannat ka maza mil jata hai.Me: to mar lo meri jaan apke liye sab kuchh hazir hai wo merre muh se lund nikal kar mer thuk se aur sucking se full chikna hua land lekar mere pichhe aata hai me waise ki waise leti rahti. Jan had gone -- To where I don't know -- but I vowed then and there that I would try to be the best I could at being the new Jan. Female or not, I was alive and in a healthy young body. So what if it was female? Half the population got along being female and so would I. My only worry was how I would relate to boys. But I shrugged off those thoughts and concentrated instead on the upcoming dinner. Could I pull it off? Would seeing me dressed as I was shock my new parents into silence? Maybe the. "I haven't sent them to you. But it's not whether they're good or bad." Then, why?" I like Athena's voice. It's soft, feminine, it caresses you like a soft hand."They are too sad. Too real." Like in ... bondage?"I couldn't help but laugh. She was puzzled."No. Like in life. Memories. The present, the future. Even fictional stories. They are killing me. I'm spending nights up, writing things so sad that I sometimes cry, and then I look out and it's morning, the sun is rising, and I have to go to. From this angle I could take his entire length into my throat without gagging and I was soon feeling his massive smooth shaven balls resting against my nose. He paused at this point to let me adjust. He then began to fuck my mouth, slowly at first but with increasing speed and urgency. I reached around his back with both hands and grabbed a hold of his muscular ass and urged his thrusting rhythm on. This seemed to push him over the edge and for the second time that night; this young stud.