But even she was surprised.This seemed so out of Linda's character!But it wasn't. Linda had always acted that way. Whenever a boy or a man turned her ...n, she went for him. She was never the princess locked in a castle waiting for her prince charming, like Sally had always been. She had always been a slut.And seeing Carla, she recognized the slut in Carla. Carla was just like her! They were both the same age, they liked the same things, they loved sex... It was the time to experience sex. I saw you must have been tired, so I put a rug overyou. Feeling better?" she asked."Mum I'm confused, I didn't ask to see what it felt like to be a girl didI?"Mum stopped peeling the carrot she had in her hand. With a look ofconcern, she said, "Darling one, don't you remember that is why we calledDr Smythe to see you? To feel more comfortable wearing dresses, to makethis little experiment with wearing dresses and other things seem morenatural?"On hearing "Dresses" I began to wonder why I. Did he really have an seven-inch cock?She came to her senses and scolded herself for thinking that way. What a nerve, propositioning her so bluntly, and in the street! She had been approached like that before of course, but usually by stumbling incoherent drunks in nightclubs. This man was presumably stone-cold sober, and it was first thing in the morning! She was shocked.By the time she arrived at her desk she was laughing to herself at the absurdity of the incident, and quickly texted the. ”Harris remained motionless. I could feel each pulse of his penis as he lay there, on his back, allowing me to adjust.Harris said, “Anne, don’t move… let yourself adjust. Give yourself a chance to open up. Just hold still...”He obviously had experience with women needing time to adjust to his girth and length, and he knew to be patient and reassuring.I held myself motionless, nearly half of his large penis inside, and half outside my tightly stretched vagina. After fifteen or twenty seconds,.