I was moaning as I felt the heat in my pussy and my wetness..He reached around and undid the rest of my shirt buttons but left my shirt on. My bra-cla... tits were free. He lifted the back if my shirt and undid the bra clasp and reaching around lifted the cups off my tits, giving him full access. He was cupping my tits in his hands and pinching my hard nipples, sending shocks directly to my pussy making that heat level rise more and my pussy drip into my panties. I was panting heavily but he was. There were fizzy droplets on his arm, and he lacked the proper motivation to wipe them away. In fact, everything…seemed to mean nothing to him.If he had to wager in a guess, and if his memory served him right, it had been probably several weeks since he last bathed himself. If someone were to come to his apartment building at that very moment, they would be greeted with the stench that would put even a sumo wrestler to sleep in a matter of seconds.‘The Trashmaster’ his online friends called. “A skirt? And stockings. So you are a girl,” I teased. This prompted her to throw a pillow, which I caught.“Bastard,” she laughed. “I thought you had matured.“I thought you had as well but here you are throwing pillows,” I returned. She laughed again and threw another pillow then beckoned me to sit next to her. I complied and sat as close as I could.“Have you ever been with a girl? You know, sexually?” Kayla asked.It was a surprising question to be sure. Especially since it came out of nowhere.. It wasthe bedroom of someone who cared and looked after themselves well. Thewall to the right of the door was a simple floor to ceiling wardrobe;to the left was a dressing table and mirror and in the centre a large,inviting bed.'Now, shall we make you a bit more girly, if we're going to continueyour trans-lesbo conversion?''Are you sure? I don't want to put you to any trouble.''No trouble at all. It means, of course, that I shall have to undressyou...' She was teasing and being provocative now,.