S: “I came back to the room early. You had not closed the main door. I saw how you were fucking my mom. I always wanted your attention. But I was sa... that you gave it to my mom. Now, satisfy me also if you want to keep this a secret. Or else, I will tell to my dad.”She took my silence as acceptance and opened my shorts and underwear. She took my dick in her hands and was pulling my skin up and down. After 5 minutes, she lowered my skin and started sucking my dick. It was a wild feeling to be. Turning to Bear, she said, "My, my, my, you must be Bear. Jay said you were a big guy, but I didn't envisage such a mountain of a man. You can be my Samson and I'll be your Delilah, but with one exception. You won't lose your strength when I cut your hair."With that comment, Sheila moved closer to touch the texture of Bear's hair. The other hand was placed squarely on Bear's massive chest as if to absorb some of his strength through contact.Bear, who is usually not at a loss for words, seemed. Ever since starting my transition six months earlier as a sissy, I hadbeen obsessed with ridding myself of the unsightly presence between mylegs. My male organs grossly disgusted me. Wearing hard gaffs toflatten my pubic area did no good. No matter how expensive or tightthey were, the presence of my male shame could still be detected.Hence, the news of the possibility of an orchiectomy was a much welcomerelief. But there was another reason why, upon diagnosis, I had decidedto schedule surgery. Push({"serve": {}});“Yup. I always imagine you as hot, exciting lovers whoreally enjoy it and makes me get off like an 18 yearold.”She laughed a little. “You’re right. That does makewhat I want to say a little easier.” It must have, fornow she was even looking at me as she spoke.“Here’s the deal. Tom and I have tried every positionyou can imagine and we’ve done it all over the house.He can go practically all night and, once I getstarted, so can I..