I reached over and touched her. Sure enough, even the little tuft of hair was slick to my touch. I told her to watch the house down the street, then l...aned over and caught the same smell of cinnamon and 'woman' that I'd smelled on her gun. When I bent closer and ran my tongue into her pussy, she moaned and rolled her hips against my mouth. I stopped long enough to tell her that if she didn't keep her eyes open and focused on the house we were watching, I'd quit and make her walk home. Bless her. Would he not care if Jenny hashim as her best girlfriend? The one thing that is certain after thisevening is he knows that his femininization is complete. He knows insidehis heart and mind now that he's a girl. Whatever little slivers ofboyhood he had left in his mind have been erased by acting out the scenesthat Jenny has put him through. He can feel inside natural desires to dofeminine things. He laughs to himself with the realization that from nowon he'll never think of not putting on his. I had both hands full of the same breast I was suckling, moulding and squeezing it as I drew the nipple deeper into my mouth and flicked my tongue over the hard nub.I pulled back and saw the lipstick marks around the nipple. Yes, somehow they looked sexy so I went to the other breast and gave that the same treatment. The mark was not quite as clear, being somewhat blurred but Elisabeth seemed happy with my efforts. She put me on my back and swooped down to my throbbing, rock hard, erection and. HAHA. I pity the fool! :PWe all sat on the sofa, with me in the middle and they were asking me all kinds of questions about school and boys and stuff. I smiled and liked the attention. Ms J put her hand on my leg and kinda started to rub it up and down. I didn't stop her, but kinda positioned myself so she could do it easier. She smiled and slid her hand up to the bottom of my shorts. I kinda gasped, but didn't move away or anything. While she was doing that, Mr T started to caress my shoulders.