Maybein some ways, changing genders helped me take my mind off everythingelse I left behind. The only way for me to survive was to forget aboutwho I ...as and get good at being a girl." That makes sense, and it helps to explain something that has puzzledme. Once you found yourself in Europe, couldn't you have just as easilydisguised yourself as a man?" Don't think I haven't asked myself that question a thousand times, Mom.It wasn't till last night that I discovered the answer." You mean our. “Oh God,” she said once again.I laughed out loud. “Anyone would think you had never seen one before Maryam.”“I haven’t,” she said. “Well, only on the Internet.”“What, I thought you and Mo had made out?”“We did Jay, but I didn’t see his… ummm… dick. It was dark when we… done it… it was in the back seat of his car in a country-park at night. I didn’t see anything really; we lay down, he pulled my panties off and stuck it in me.” All the while she was talking her gaze didn’t leave my cock and. I wasn't going to be on the team,just there to be used I guess. That was the hard part and Idon't mean dick hard, I mean the rough time mentally.It was the time when I still felt strange when I'd slip on mygirl clothes. Sure I had Jean to give me some pointers, but whodid I have when I was in the back seat of some guys car? I hadto learn how to make some half drunk totally horny guy want tolook past that little extra part down there. Oh yes sweety,sometimes my date wouldn't or couldn't get past. Brett asked if she wanted FUCKED, and my wife immediately said YES.Brett wasted no time and stepped off the couch and between my wife's spread legs. Her pussy was covered in juices that had seeped from her tight little pussy. Her "SHOW" got her ready for some hard fucking. Brett spanked her clit with his prick rubbing his throbbing head around her lips occasionally coating his head with her juices. Then, he looked at my wife's wanting face and drove his prick to the hilt. Agness let out a sound.