She took onehand off my head and joined me in caressing her breast.My tongue was striving to remove every moist residualof her sweet vagina. The movem...nt of her hips told methat perhaps another orgasm was waiting not far off. Ireturn to my previous rhythm only to have her stop me. “I want you to fuck me.” She need not request that again. Hurried, as if afraidto wake up from a dream, I brought myself between herlegs. With out fore thought penetrating her with aforce of a deranged. Here again, I was at a crossroads what to do about my hair;I had the body and the makeup right. I decided to go to the salon as awoman and get the same style. I got a man's wig in my former style whenI was forced to be in class as a man. It may be a bit of overkill but Iwas getting an eye for detail, this was a habit that I feel wasessential to the transformation work I was deeply into. Let my digress,I am a girl who's parents had money, and I liked to feign that I hadgood breeding; my short. As their tongues danced and duelled around in their mouths, taunting and thrilling, he edged her toward the bed and lowered her atop the mattress. They embraced, holding each other close before he rose above her.His eyes roved over the voluptuous curves of his new bride's body again. The now domed mounds of her breasts, shimmering like satin-covered pillows. Her dark nipples standing atop each, stiff and hard in arousal. The haloes around those tempting buttons sleek and stretched looking.Her. Tonight, both were home.Younger-Alex turned to listen, as well. She’d surprised Alex 2 weeks ago in another respect: Younger-Alex lived two states away in 2013, and had made a significant jump in space-time to reach Alex’s bedroom her first time. The eye-popping consideration was that Younger-Alex was only 9 years old the first time she appeared. (Of course, they didn’t have sex, and Alex told her not to come back until after her 14th birthday if she wanted that to happen.) Younger-Alex’s 1st.