Maine uski chut par apna lund rakha aur jor se dhakka mara…….jisse mera pura ka pura lund uski chut me sama gaya…….aur sandhya sihar uthi…�...…maine sandhya se puchha dard ho raha hai……….sandhya ne kaha mere raja is dard me bhi maza hai……..karo na……….aur maine chudai dhire-dhire start kar di…………vo madmast huye ja rahi thi…….aur apne sharer ko uchhal uchhal kar mera sath dene lagi………Kuchh samay bad shayad vo pura exited ho gayi thi………aur bol rahi thi mere raza jo jor se chodo na………fir maine apni. I bounced doingeverything, constantly being reminded of my new luscious anatomy. Thesimple act of stuffing myself into my bras was delicious and made me sohappy to be a girl. There was no confusion with so many alterations ofwhat I was now. Unless someone actually saw my tiny male parts would theyever think that I was anything but a biologically born woman. Frank, the manager at the club thought I should maybe start to do pole andlap dances now that I clearly had been, what was that word. “Hello” I croaked.A female voice said, “Echo wants you to meet her in the Breakfast Club Soho, D’Arblay Street at eight o’clock. Don’t be late.” She rang off before I could say anything. Six o’clock it said on my phone. I lay back on the bed, rubbed my face with my hands trying to wake up properly. I yawned and my eyes snapped open as I remembered what had happened last night.Shit, shit, shit, I thought as the events of the previous evening flooded back; my shock at seeing Sam dressed as a. I wanted nothing to do with it. I figured I knew all I had to know about sex -- insert A into B. Repeat. So she dragged me there kicking and screaming. She thought it would improve our relationship.”“Did it?”“For a while. That was about five years ago. It was an eye-opener for me. I learned about the female response ... learned to read it and to appreciate it. I mean -- everyone’s different, but the basic response is hard-wired into our brains. Our therapist taught me how to look for the little.