With no warning she launched the thong like a slingshot at my face. I managed to grab it, but not before getting a strong whiff of her musky scent.“...n or off?” she said.“On or off?” I asked, puzzled.“The heels. On or off?”“Oh, on. Definitely on,” I said.I kicked off my shoes, dropped my pants and underwear and walked over to her, my hard cock pointing the way.I took her in my arms, our kisses, if anything, hotter than before, my cock pressing against her stomach as I took a breast in my hand,. ... I cannot have children,because.... I.... I'm not built for it. I'm a..... I was a ....." Thenthe tears started."What's really wrong honey? Tell me! It can't be something that silly,like you can't have children! It's got to be more than that; isn't it?"I sat there for a moment before I said anything. While I always knewthat I should have been a girl, and I had been living as one for a bitover a year, I never ever expected to find myself loving a man. Thatwas well outside of my thought. She kissed me back with gusto as my hands roamed all over her slim body. I thought she’d pull away when my hand slid over her hip and pressed for entry between her thighs.It didn’t bother her a bit.She lifted one leg, bending her knee, opening herself to invasion. Even when I slid a finger into her, it was easy because she was already lubricated. I felt no hint of a hymen, though she grunted into my mouth as her vagina was violated. The movement of her hips, an instinctive thrust, made it clear. She had been an early bloomer back in elementary school and it just never stopped from that point. She thought it was never going to end as she went from above average to large to huge to the edge of most normal people’s imagination and beyond. Only when she managed to hit the dreaded I Cup did her tits finally calm down. Though even with that being said, she still strained against the bra which probably meant she would have to get resized soon.Every bra she owned was custom made and most,.