..No!... Make me cum!'He withdraws again.Two hundred and seventy-five curses come to her mind, but only the most powerful one makes it to the surface:...'I hate you!'He laughs, 'I know.'How can he be so self confident, he barely knows me at all?He feeds her hungry cunt a few of his fingers. 'You are on fire inside.''Uh mmm. Pleeease. M. Please!'Seeing her so desperate, begging for release, almost instantly pushes him over the edge as he thrusts his cock into her again. She feels the tension, the. She lived alone and had for a long time. Trace saw her at least twice a week. They spoke on the phone between times. Pam was French and wore the plain high hemmed black dresses I imagined all French waitresses wore. Even passing fifty her legs suited them. The temptation to see what I might see each time she sat was almost irresistible. One time she locked herself out of her place. She rang our place. Trace was out but I drove over to help her. I could remove the louvers from her laundry window. The penis jolts upright in reaction due to the air being blown..straddle the bed, guiding my still throbbing and very sensitive penis to your shaved bald pussy.. thanking me for getting her all nice and wet-ready for the action about to ensue. you press down with your pelvis bone and the clit on my penis and start gyrating your soaked pussy against my injured cock. Your clit presses against my aching cock as I grab your ass, moving my body with the motions of your pelvic rotations. you look at. "And congratulations on your appointment! How is the research faring?" Hmm." I grimaced. "Progress is slow." Yes, well, I called to help. It will take some explanation. You see, I am a male-to-female transsexual."I blinked. "I wouldn't have known." No, I wouldn't expect you to. I designed my own, rather revolutionary, treatment. I have used retroviruses to correct my chromosomes directly."Professional doubt replaced my surprise at her revelation. "Easier said than done." Indeed. I am.