She stood staring at my lacy panties on the floor and my swollen cunt lips with the clear sign of the juices starting to run down my legs. With the do...r now closed and Sharon here leaning back against the door she hissed, "Well you fucking whore, are you going to fucking suck my cunt or what, Bitch?" As she said this she thrust her hips forward and I quickly reached for the hem of her skirt. I raised it up to find she was not wearing panties and her cunt like mine was shaved and already soaking. I had been a client of hers at the up-market rub’n’tug establishment over the past six months. I had learnt that she was 26 years old and a university student who worked part-time giving naked massages.My memory immediately went back to our last session with her oily naked body sliding across mine with her hand wrapped around my engorged cock, and her firm DD cup breasts pressing against my chest.“Down boy” I told my waking cock as I parked my car and walked back to the scene of the. ------Four years had passed since Pippa, the girls' mother and Jacqui'swife, had died suddenly at work and Jacqui had now completed hertransition from Jack. In many respects, it was a dream transition;there were no surgical complications, healing was quick and she hadbeen quickly accepted as one of the girls by the "inner circle" ofmothers at school. She'd suffered none of the abuse or discriminationthat her counsellor had warned her may happen and, apart from the everpresent grief at losing. . my former self at least... staring in amazement asthose full lips shifted up and down my shaft and suctioned the head ofmy penis. I could see just how gorgeous those delicate cheeks wouldlook as they gently sucked in, and how sexy those long eyelashes wouldlook they fluttered and looked into my eyes as I released gallons of mysperm into that beautiful receptacle.Yet as I thought about this, I felt nothing that smacked of a sexualemotion. No twinges in my groin, no longing in my stomach. Just.