”Kara was silent for a bit. I picked up our empty soda bottles and put them on the counter. I got a drink of water, then went back to sit in the cha...r. I knew Kara needed time to process everything I was saying.“Let’s make dinner,” Kara suggested. “I need more time to think things through.”“That sounds good to me,” I replied, relieved that she hadn’t asked me to take her home.I prepared the steaks while Kara cut the broccoli and steamed it. We set the table together, and when the food was. “Do you like that?” he growled, his eyes boring into mine.“Yes, yes, holy shit yes, please…” I gasped, sensations overwhelming me.“Is this what you do? Is this why my colleagues tell me you’re such a good student? Do you fuck all the guys in the department?” Professor Donovan continued.“No, only you, I’m your slutty student, whatever you want, please just fuck me, fuck me hard, please…pleasssse, ” I groaned incoherently.He answered my pleas with swift, hard thrusts, pinning me to the desk, his. I knew now that my name was Taylor; I knew I was very popular, had no real boyfriend. I also remembered that I was still a virgin and that, that I hadn't even really explored my vagina. Although these memories didn't come naturally as they do when I'm remembering my memories as a boy. A thought crossed my mind; I got up from my bed and immediately felt a weight on my chest that I wasn't used to. I looked down to see some enormous tits, which I immediately began to fondle with through my. Dad had two glasses of tea. Mitch followed them with two TV tables, which he set up in front of us. Mom put the plates on the tables and said, "Eat. You need the food." She had brought us water during the afternoon. People kept coming. I remember when my grandmother died four years ago. Crowds came then but there were even more people now, I think."Ladylove, I know some are here for Mom and Dad but most are here for you. People care about you because you care about them."We were finishing.