...” I must have looked liked a poor k** who’d just opened his birthday presents hoping for Buzz Lightyear – but getting Mr Potato Head!“Awwww........ poor Roger” said Tracey, as she pulled me close and kissed me on the cheek, finishing with a little lick of my lips. “I wanted you to fuck my arse, too. Brenda’s been telling me how good at it you are. It was reeeeally nice of you to break her in the way you did”.Some months before when Carol and I hadn’t long known them, Brenda had asked me to. Poor Mr. M, or should Isay lucky Mr. M, who had all these delightful girls to entertain him,or at least center him out. Whatever, all I could think of was howamazing and wonderful it would be if I could really, at last, become apart of the McCowan family!On the way home I gave Mom a brief recap of what had taken place thatday, and she was amazed and thrilled for me. "Let me see how thissounds," she said excitedly, "Alexandra McCowan. Hmm - it does have anice ring to it." I think I'll stick with. To preface the story, I am now in my late 50's, married nearly 34 years,and a M/F crossdresser. My wife is totally supportive and involved (withthe crossdressing), that is. Here goes.....I was in my early teens, just entering High School. Probably because ofmy religion , I endured nearly constant verbal and physical abuse frommany of the other students. I sought desperately to escape the incessantbrowbeating. For whatever reason, I did not fight back or even attempt todefend myself. The lack of. And then slowly I started to lick them. She was enjoying it. I could hear her heavy breath. I started to suck them and bite them.Aah!! Aah!! Slowly baby!!That’s what I could hear.After giving her a good boob massage, my hand slowly went down to her pussy. I started to rub her pussy over her short pants. She was so horny that even her short pants got wet. I moved my hand from the side of her short pants inside her panties. I started to rub her pussy and my other hand was playing with her big.