She had lain, panting and gasping on the bed, wondering what on earth she had just done to herself.And then she had done it again.After that day of di...covery, she had become a constant fingerfucker, always fingering herself off when she woke up and usually frigging off just before she went to sleep for the night. She experimented with various techniques and altered them. She modestly sought advice from other young girls and got excited by the giggling conversations. Sometimes she used only her. She had slept with a killer. No, she hadn't slept with him. They hadn't had much of a chance to sleep. She'd fucked a killer and had enjoyed every moment of it."Yeah, baby," Justin said, running his hand through her hair. "We have to bring him in. But you won't be there. I'll get Finn up and he and I will go do it. Do you have Miller's address?" He's not at his place, Justin." She dropped her head down and felt him move forward until she was leaning her forehead up against his chest."He's at. And my mind returns to the two most significantbirthdays of my life. It was on my sixteenth birthday that I finallymade the decision to live 'as Stuart'. During the afternoon, afterschool, mum, Emma, Becca and I went for spa treatments, manicures,pedicures, make-overs... And during the night, I obliterated every traceof the femininity that had been forced upon me. I ascended the stairs athome as Claire... And descended them as Stuart.Exactly 365 days later, on my seventeenth birthday, I woke up. I mean such as strong, caring man. I wish I can find someone like you” I reached out to place my hand on his arm, but I tipped the salt shaker over. We both began looking under the table.“There it is!” Daddy said before he dived down to get the salt shaker from under the table. Meanwhile, I spread my legs, giving him a complete view of my pussy. I was looking over the table, but I knew he was mesmerized by his daughter’s tight pussy. I began leaking like a broken tap at the thought of that.