"The bikers, they don't care who sucks their dicks. Girls, boys, boys wholook like girls, it's all the same to them." At the mention of the last,I pre...ended to be startled. Bixlee seeing my shock started to warm to hissubject. "Oh my yes, little Missy, we get a pretty steady stream of sissyboys all dressed up and pretty as any girl. Usually have quite a set ofknockers and most still have cocks and balls but shrunken, you know.Hormones or something." Bixlee took another sip from his beer. I had. She had to get in the good books of the goons in the college and the only way of doing that was to attract them towards her. She went through a quick training session in the evening about how to dress up and talk to a college student. She was dressed in skimpy clothes and the mini-skirts were so short they hardly covered her buttocks.She was not very comfortable in those dresses but this was a requirement of the mission and she could even sacrifice her life for a mission. At the end of the. He traveled down her neck and jaw line. Luna wiggled and softly moaned running her fingers through his hair. Xander made his way back up to her soft full lips and kissed her more. “Xander?” “Yes my love?” “Will you be my first?” Xander stared down at his baby sister and kissed her softly. “Of course I will. But I thought Rick was your first?” “All I ever did with Rick was kiss him a few times.” Xander was relieved to hear that she had never done anything with that asshole Rick. “Please Xander I. We both felt that sex, while still good, was getting a little routine and it could do with spicing up, we have chatted for ages about what to do and have tried a few different things. We both decided that we would have a box each, write our fantasies on a piece of paper and we would take one fantasy from each others box and arrange it but not let on which fantasy it was or when it would happen to make it more exciting. We each picked one out and when I read what my wife had written, I was.