The gentle touch of her hand on my cheek, my hand on the smooth flesh of her side. I no longer cared to look at her breasts or pudenda. Her eyes told ...e everything I needed to know.Have you ever looked into someone’s eyes? Kids used to have stare-downs in grade school. They’d see who had to blink first. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Mavis. I could see her pupils dilate as she looked at me and I fell into those limpid pools. I never wanted to look away. I wanted to hold her in this embrace.. “Just imagine the fun we could have with this. The possibilities are endless. Let’s buy it,” I squealed.There was a moment of silence.“Are you serious?” she quizzed.“Think about it. If one of us inserted the love egg, the other could play with the remote control. Ultimate pleasure by remote,” I whispered, into her ear.Laura was having none of it and made a bee-line for the exit. Unbeknown to her, I gathered up the toy and paid for it before making my way outside to re-join her.“You haven’t?”. You cannot tear your eyes away as I unzip and remove my jeans, allowing you to see me, already swollen to a size where my underwear can no longer contain me. You reach for me as I remove the last of my coverings, and as always you are surprised when your fingers fail to meet around the shaft, you look into my eyes as you begin to stroke slowly up and down, spreading my pre-cum along the entire shaft. Now my own urgency begins to take over, and I lift you out of the chair and, as you still hold. .Oh I wanted to have long red hair and green eyes and a wet pussy and one day I told my mom I would never wear boys clothes again and that I was changing my name to Allison and that if she or anyone else ever called me Sean again..I would never talk to that person for the rest of my life...and the first thing I did was through out all those old boy clothes and made my mom take me to the thrift store and buy me a cashmere sweater and I bought a pair of falsies and my own high heels and my dad.