My bra had been unhooked by Jason almost before we were out of the library's parking lot. I'd taken it all the way off under my shirt shortly after. N...w, Jason had his left hand on the wheel while his right hand was under my shirt molding my tits. Excited and primed from my playing with his cock, with deep, fast movements of my mouth and hand on the part of the shaft I couldn't take between my lips, I had Jason's cum in my mouth in less than five minutes as his hand tightened on my tit. Though. The effort, tribulations, contempt and abuse I wouldsurely receive as a transwoman always seemed a barrier too painful toclimb. I envied women, wished for it, but the envy and the wishes hardlyever became agonising.In my female fantasies I always called myself Pippa, but Pippa wasn'tone woman for I didn't have an idolised woman or body shape, hair colouror style. Depending on my whim and mood Pippa could be short or tall,young or older. Sometimes I would have tiny, pert breasts and others. I squealed in shock and thrill, and immediately ground myself against his enthusiastic effort. He thrust his fingers into my warm pussy. He found my clit and assaulted it ferociously. My hands shoot down to grip his hips— for both my balance and my sanity. He tilts his head and laps eagerly at my nipples, biting down just enough to make me squirm for more. He encircles the nub until I tighten my hold on his hip, seliciting a high-pitched expletive from me. Holding my clit between his fingers,. We had chosen the non family coach as everyone on this one was over eighteen (pub stops on the way to the match) and the other coach was for families. The game was one of the furthest trips of the season and the trip would take about an hour or more depending on how many stops were made.We arrived at the football ground and Dee was quickly checking out the other passengers as we waited for the coach to turn up. There was a mix of people, mostly guys, I guess from about eighteen to around forty.