Sort of.I got a bit of a catch in my throat when Mom said that. It's what Rhonda said her parents always told her when she interrupted them making lov.... How are you sweetie? I wasn't going to get a chance to get too morose. Not with Samantha hanging on me."Horses!" Jennifer shouted as we left the house. None of us were really dressed for riding, but the idea of seeing Gypsy and Jingo and Princess lifted my spirits a little. That and the fact that Samantha jumped on me and wrapped her legs. He picked up the pace even more and I could feel myself building to an orgasm. I don't have those as easily vaginally, but I knew I could with him. We stopped and laid beside each other and kissed, petted, groped, and changed positions several times. The sex was fucking hot. The hands and mouth and words were too. He took his fingers and touched and massaged my pussy, just stroking below my pussy a couple of times toward my ass. He didn't touch it. But he brushed it a couple of times. Every. Yuko’s arousal and got a good view of the Head Mistress’s cleavage. The Head Mistress was around fifty years old, with a shapely curvy figure and sandy blond hair tied back in a bun. She was dressed attractively with a tight red V-neck top that had drawn Brad’s eyes downward to her large chest and exposed cleavage. Her grey jacket and black pinstriped slit skirt projected an air of authority with just a hint of sensuality. The Head Mistress finished removing Ms. Yuko’s panties and looked at. And here I was, smitten with thiselegant, beautiful, feminine woman.Well, obviously, I use the word 'woman' somewhat loosely. Like me,Charlotte was genetically male. Like me, she had had extensive plasticsurgery, including work on her face to give her a slimmer nose, highercheekbones and a more feminine brow line. Clearly, neither one of uswould have been satisfied with merely 'passing'. We both had the desire,and the means, to be beautiful. Like me, she had been on female hormonesfor.