I held my thighs apart as much as I could. I wanted to feel all of him inside me. He bent down towards me holding me closer to him, crushing me. I had...my arms around his him, grabbing his back to pull him closer to me, breathless!“Yes, yes, don’t stop. Oh please, don’t stop fucking me” I cried.“Look at you, you little slut, begging for more of this black dick. You’re a real fucking slut, aren’t you? You like that black dick, huh slut?”*Yes, yes, I do” I screamed out.“Tell me what you are,. " I tried to say, but my mouth wasn't working. In fact, I couldn't move at all. I was laying on my stomach with my head towards the bathroom, only being able to see that my room was lit by some kind of sparking light, the source out of my viewing range.My mind was a little groggy, and I was having trouble staying calm. Then when the light began shifting, I really started to panic. I knew whatever it was coming closer.With a surge of fear I commanded my body to turn. It responded sluggishly, but. For a fleeting instant in her minds eye she could see his young manhood rising into a smooth mahogany pole, expanding... glistening... throbbing."... Hey, a pence for your thoughts!" Charles said once again as his pretty sister in-law sat motionless beside him with a far away look on her face.The Queen's face turned even a brighter shade of red as she realized that Charles was looking into her eyes with a strange inviting smile on his handsome face.She realized what he must have been thinking.. A long time ago...Then one day I came across it.There was a completely different me hiding in the mirror.And then I realized at a glance that the c***d was a girl, not a boy.It happened when I was 12 years old.Maybe it started then.I prefer skirts to pants.I like my makeup face more than my bare face.I prefer kissing men to women.And I like dick better than push.Everything became so naturally so.I don't project myself on the girl in that painting.Because I'm already a woman.A woman with the.