As ofright now, I, Ashley Moore, am officially a girl. I zone out as DrWilliamson talks to my parents about the more technical side of whatwill happen...to me next, though the counsellor regains my attention whenshe says a word I wasn?t expecting to hear tonight.?...Hormones, which will-? The counsellor says, before beinginterrupted by a predictable source.?Whoa, whoa,? dad moans. ?It?s far too early to be talking abouthormones!??Yes, yes it is,? Dr Williamson says. ?I was referring to. “You’re a good looking guy George and I enjoyed your cock” I said, “I’d have sucked you off for free, all you had to do was ask nicely.” I closed the door.I looked over at an ashen-faced Maria.“Don’t worry about him” I said, “He thinks it’s my phone and he’ll be trying to concoct a believable reason for the recorded conversation. You keep the recording on your phone and if he gives you any problems in the future, you can give it to his bosses. You have nothing to worry about.”Maria considered. Lateshay is such a sexual being. Yes, she is one of those rare, special women for whom sex is more than sport, more than entertainment, more than an occasional lark. No, for Lateshay sex seems to be a statement of who she is, a kind of existential expression where she applies every degree of energy and all of her attention to giving and receiving pleasure, thus rendering each encounter with her an adventure in hedonistic delight. Further, while our arrangement involves the exchange of. After trying to suck her cock deep for several minutes and failing she pulled her cock out. I coughed and spit but a moment later she had her tit on my mouth.She held my head and told me to suck her nipple. Again my mouth was filled with the sweet delight that flowed from her tit. I swallowed eagerly and found the warmth and tingling in my mouth and throat grow beyond where I could stand it. "I see you like sucking my cock you whore," she told me as she laughed and grabbed my shrunken stiff.