She stood perfectly still. “All I want to hear is your cock sliding in and out of me,” a lilting voice sighed.Now, Amelia had a wicked domineering...streak about her that John hadn’t often had the pleasure of meeting, and instead of bursting into their bedroom filled with righteous fury, she immediately drove to the nearest adult toy store, purchased a smart little chastity device for John, and returned to their house, parking a short distance down the street until Miss Lilty Voice left at last.. My brother had moved to San Antonio for his first job out of college and that is where I did my first internship after my second year of college. It was during that year I was in San Antonio that I had my first meeting with a transgender girl, I had just turned 20 and was no longer a teenager. I was still dressing fem in private and at the time I had two often polarized “moods”. Sometimes I wanted to be with a girl (TS or GG) while other times I wanted to be the girl and dress, but it was rare. “Mmmmm,” she said, sliding her lips along the side ofmy fingertip, “you smell lovely � fragrant citrus, andsomething tangy like sea-breeze,” she said, “Mmmmmmm.Verry nice.”I giggled, blushing slightly, realising that sea-breezewas the perfect description of the scent of my arousedpussy, and gently withdrew my hand.I unloaded my pockets of lotions and oils, so Kristencould see them, and then undid my robe, pushing mybreasts forward and letting the garment fall. Katrina was my mind-blowingly, heart-stoppingly beautiful, lesbian boss and best friend of three years. The strange relationship afforded her the power to drag me bar-hopping after three doubles. All it afforded me was a raging hard-on. Despite the platonic nature of our friendship, I found myself in her bed almost constantly between our respective relationships. Neither one of us particularly enjoyed sleeping alone, and I couldn’t resist the chance to press my body firmly against hers, even if.