Helen is known as Olivia North. I like that name coz it sounds genuine and not contrived or artificial.In the beginning, I was very uncertain about do...ng this, but Helen reassured me, and now after a lot of rehearsals, I am ever so comfortable about being naked and being filmed.Of course, it helps that Helen and I are lovers anyway. And in the scene where Mum gets us to lick her, front and back... well, that happens in real too!I do hope you aren't shocked, please don't be. We are such a happy. She told me directly that she knew about my fantasy to become a girl,then she asked me to strip so she could help me become the girl of mydreams. Pleading with her did no good at all, my denials falling flatwhen she held up some papers on my desk. I knew that denying it was nolonger possible. My biggest fear was what she would say when she saw myboobs. When my jeans hit the floor, it was obvious that I had panties on,but Mom said nothing. In fact, she didn't do anything at all. Then shemade a. Then without any notice I felt a hard cock enter my pussy. It felt thicker than the dildo and had a nice head that I could feel as he slowly fucked me. I was going crazy and moaning. While I was being fucked, I felt the gloved hand back on my nipples and could feel them harden under his touch. I started cumming and beganing begging "please fuck me, please fuck my pussy, I'll do whatever you want, just keep fucking meeeee... OOOHHHHH YYYEEESSSSS I'MMMMM CUUUMMMMMMINNNNNGGGGG!!!!" When I was. Luella enjoyed her own company; she’d never been a wallflower, unable to amuse herself. Putting off having to think about work in the morning was a Sunday night tradition. She picked up her purse and as the late sunshine turned to dusk, she headed into town, selecting a film to watch at the cinema. She relaxed into the chair, into the darkness, into the silence, into the welcome distraction, and then it happened again. It wasn’t even a sexy movie, but just like the previous evening, her pussy.