Her vaginal clutch wasn’t a minge, too small a word to describe her pussy pouch – ah yes that’s the word, it was a pouch. It was wide and full, ...ike a Big Mac bun, the tasty meat between the thick, fleshy, pasty, dough like flesh was always oozing a secretion that we both loved to sample, she would moan that she couldn’t lick her own twat – but who can? Maybe a contortionist - to taste it neat without her or my fingers.With each stroke I watched her tissue heavy breasts wobble, her nipples. I found that some girls liked sissies.She would dress me as her girl friend and taught me all about how toapply makeup. She showed me the newest ways to make my eyes look reallysexy. She loved to make out wearing lipstick. She told me that it wasreally sexy to feel our lips all smoothed and lubed with the kissablecolor. We kept to ourselves that year and were like lesbians. There wasonly one difference, I was still a boy and she would let me know aboutit. I had constant teasing about being her. I felt sexy. Miriam came to meet me at the door. Her face was flushed. "Did you start without me?" I teased her, and to my surprise she nodded. "Wha-a-a-a-t? You little slut!" We shared a laugh at the front door, then she pulled me aside to whisper in my ear. "That fucking Tyrese is a monster!" she exclaimed. "He's got a cock on him that won't quit. I don't think he even knows my name yet!" She laughed loudly. In the kitchen, there was a young man leaning against the counter,. He asked her to take a seat on one of the sofa's and offered her a cup of tea, while he went to make the cup of tea she shouted through to the kitchen, I can see your laptops on my profile you naughty man, I'm not sure who needs spanking most. Paul had pushed the lid of his laptop down but hadn't realised it hadn't fully closed, flustered he mumbled i'm so sorry.Katie let out a dirty laugh and said babe if you need to look then come and look at the real goods, when Paul turned around she was.