Now it lay on the floor, propped against the wall, the old farm couple staring up at us with stern and judgmental expressions. Maggie and I considered...them curiously for a moment. Then we shrugged. We had more urgent concerns. We turned to face one another. I wrapped my arms around my sister's naked body, placing my hands lightly upon her waist. Her skin was wet and cool to the touch. I felt some trepidation, but my excitement was greater. We looked each other deeply in the eyes. She gave me a. That small wind made me shudder with fear. I didn't want to talk to those women, but I had to know where I was and how I could get to the nearest phone.I approached them quietly clearing my throat. "Excuse me ladies? I-I'm kinda lost here, do you all know where I am?"It sounded so stupid, but I was scared and nervous at the same time. I waited for an answer but they kept their backs turned to me. Rude women, I thought to myself. I thought maybe they hadn't heard me so I repeated myself. But I was stillscared. "Say it," she said. "Say it, Brandon."I looked her in the eyes and knew what she wanted me to say. I wanted tosay it too. "I want you inside of me, Brittany."And, in that moment, pinned down by a big-breasted shemale with anequally big cock, Brandon ceased to be Brandon. Brandon became Brenda.And Brenda needed that equally big cock inside of her now.The first thrust of the dick inside of her was an incredible feeling,breaking the hymen in one amazing blow. The night went. I had not yet been in New York for a full day, and things were already moving faster than I could comprehend them. All I could do at the moment was to sleep like a rock.Saturday afternoon shortly before one o'clock, I awoke to my first weekend in New York, and my first hangover. And Martha's musical, teasing voice, and her gentle hands rubbing my back and shoulders."Up," she said, "the day's half gone."There was little time for serious meditation over her words of a few hours earlier. Martha.