He said that everything including my clitoris should be just as sensitive as a natural born woman, and it was exceedingly unlikely that I had become a...orgasmic. The problem was in my head. He told me that it wasn't uncommon for post-ops to have issues at first and that I should work on getting really familiar with the new anatomy down there. Turned out he was right. I can orgasm most of the time now. And if you keep doing what you're doing I'm going to have one now." She grinned.Jason smiled. Susan was afraid to stay, afraid of being caught there seeing something strange, something she knew she shouldn’t be seeing. She was more afraid to go, and she stood there with the longing to see her mother’s face, to know that she was okay. He cried out, a low, grunting noise, and stopped moving. She strained to see past him, around him, to glimpse her mother’s face, needing to see her to reassure herself that this was okay, that she was all right. Susan held her breath until he lifted his. “As you have guessed, I am going to fuck you. Not only that, but I am going to do things to you that no guy will ever dream of.”She smiled and turned me around so my back was to the bed. She pushed me gently, making me fall back on the bed. She climbed on top of me, her hot body pressed hard against mine. She kissed me passionately, snaking her tongue deep into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her neck and held her close.She pulled away from me and grabbed both of my breasts. She squeezed and. She moans loudly as I kiss her nipple and firmly grasp one breast in my hand, and suck on her hard pulsing teat.She undoes my belt, and unzips my pants letting them fall to the floor. She moves closer and pushes me back onto the bed. My rock hard member grows from her grasp. Breathing heavily, kissing we move further back and she moves down. She pulls off my boxers letting my cock flop out. Gripping it gently with one hand which she stroke my shaft with, she begins. Slowly, as first she.