I settled into his lap, gasping and moaning, feeling his chest against my back, his hands moving between my nipples and pussy. I rested, trying to get...used to this crazy new feeling.Before I could regain my composure, he gripped my hips and began moving me around on his lap. Each push made his cock dance in my ass, and I couldn’t help but finger my pussy at The same time. My own brother was fucking my virginal asshole.”That’s it, bro, fuck my tight ass! You’re my first there, you’ve got my ass. A little more, er, intimate. I have a special role, and I'm just doing His will."He thought that was the rationalization of the year, but he wisely kept his mouth shut about it. "So you don't feel guilty?" Oh, I do. What pains me is when I go beyond just helping you and take pleasure for myself."He asked, "Why should that be bad?" Don't worry. I've talked to Suzanne about this at length and she's helped me see that my feelings are immaterial. It doesn't matter to God if I have my own orgasms or. She flicked back her long brown hair, exposing her stunning eyes and giving me a glimpse of her partly-exposed breasts (under an open black blouse with black lace bra). "I've been sitting here behind you for ten minutes". I quickly bought her a glass of wine, and was about to ask more about her when there was a tap on my shoulder. I turned, and there was my ex. I had to let out my second gasp in a matter of minutes. First, there was a gorgeous French woman dressed in black, and then I come. Thatmade me feel sad for him.Five years ago, he became a widow and realized that he long to make upwhat he missed out as a girl by making it possible for others. He hadtransformed two girls prior to me, both who ended up having SRS and arenow married. He said it warmed his heart and let him vicariously liveout through their transformations. Until he met me he wasn't sure if hewas going to transform another girl again. Looking straight into my eyeshe told me that I was different than all the.