My hand landed squarely onto Tamara’s mound, I felt it clench sharply as my forefinger parted her soaking lips and her thick viscous juices splatter...across her thighs.“Ohhh god…” she whimpered.“And then you hatched your plot… Tamara?” I asked as I slowly slid my finger up trailing her pussy cream up between her ass cheeks.She shook her head; “Not quite then… when I got Ellie to wear the strap-on… she was a natural… that’s when I knew you should have her… damn your silly work rule… you had to. Instead I preferred the company of the girls. I took a lot of heat all the way through school, and after puberty I began totally embracing my femininity, by overt means, such as, wearing makeup, girlie clothing, and flaunting my transgenderism publicly. And while I was teased and bullied, most of my classmates had grown up with me and had gotten used to me as the school sissy, so I wasn't harassed to the point that it got physical. Outside of school, I'd take it a step further and wear skirts. My body spasmed out of control as he put his fingers inside of me just in time to feel my pussy contract and get even wetter. He sucked my juices out of me then came back up kissing me for the first time. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue and it tasted so good. I couldnt wait to have his whole length inside of me. I knew i needed him, my wet pussy was telling me that.He pulled his pants down a little more as if he had read my mind, rubbing the head of his engorged cock along the wet. I don’t know why. I want to know what these dreams mean Jonathon….’ The anger was starting to rise in her, even more than the lust, and she looked him square in the face now. ‘Did you drug me and rape me on the trip?’ she demanded to know. Jonathon stared at her… what an odd ethics question. What was the answer? Technically, she had done things that she would never in her right mind have done, but he definitely hadn’t drugged her. But he had forced her to want it in a way… still, because of.