I took the notes from her and brought my left arm outside the blanket to hold them. My hand was going to get cold out here, but I’d worry about that...later.She pulled my right hand back around her and put it on her stomach before pulling her sweatshirt back down.“It’s fine to touch my skin,” she said, “but don’t go exploring. I’m not ready for you to hold my bare boob.” I started to pull my hand away again, but she caught it and held it to her.“Aren’t you like wearing... ?”“Long gone. Do you. Pump a load in her. Make her cunt dripping like mine. With the text came a picture: Her hairy cunt. The pubic hair crusted with my sperm and her pussy juice. Hot to concentrate on keeping my cock limb.No one except me really cared. The other guys were occupied with them selves, or just close relatives. Yes I know, I was one too. But well, it was a taboo that mum helped me to overcome. The same way I helped her. She jumped in the pool. Swam a few rounds and climbed back out. She came over to me.. No. I was a girl now in every way but one. Withmom's permission, he started me on hormones so I could get rid of theimplants. It was also the time I had my first date.Carson's had a setup with an all male school. Twice a year they held jointdances. Christmas and in the spring. Fortunately neither school assignedboys and girls together. It was more like a free for all. I wore a bluesheath dress with silver shoes and jewelry. As I walked into the hall Iknow I was nervous. My rare interactions. I was 23 at the time.So i was driving my blue 1992 Mitsubishi 3000gt to the autozone in Weymouth Massachusetts,i park outside then head inside to pick up a part for my mom's car. Has i'm heading back to my car a white red headed woman standing at least 5'6 tall carrying a 1 gallon Poland spring water jug and a small purse waves at me from a distance of 20 feet,i wave back to her and she walks towards my car asking for a ride toward Dorchester to see her friend.I say sure yes and we both hop in.