He threatened to kill my father and make my life a living hell if I spoke. In return, he would leave me alone. He mentioned how I was the only one who...wanted to run from him. Each of the women on his wall were willing participants in his sick games. I turned back to the photos on his wall. Their eyes all said they were into this kind of sex. There were no tears. Only smears of make up, and eyes that expressed their love for pain. I didn’t really care if he was telling me the truth or not. I. Most of the girls he fantasized about were older than him. Irene wasn’t. She was a k**, the same as him. Nevertheless, he still thought about her naked body and maybe fucking her. Then one day, he took his lurid thoughts way beyond thinking. Eddie had ridden his bike over to see Vic and showed up just as he was talking to Irene nice-legs. At the time, she was wearing shorts and he could tell that Eddie was getting all worked from looking at legs as she sat on the stoop with her nice legs. She never knew about this aspect of me. We are still friends and have, for the most part, the same group of friends.There are those who say my transitioning would be a lie. They say that a model on the runway is still a man even if she had the operation. However, to me being male is the lie. The shell shows the lie and the mind with its thoughts are the truth. The shell would finally agree with who I really am. So I have finally begun the transitioning period. I feel that the hormones in me are. Chrissy then had her back to Brenda as her hostess slowly peeled her knickers down and off so both women were now naked.Brenda was sending Chrissy crazy as she kissed her arse cheeks and then put fingers and then her tongue in her arse crack before having fingers between Chrissy's legs and in her soaking wet cunt.With a tongue around her anus and fingers working her cunt Chrissy had a shuddering orgasm, "Mmmm, oh! oh! oh! Yesss" as she came for the first time in her life with a woman's fingers,.