She didn’t know if she loved him but he loved her and proved he wasn’t just looking for sex. They were just chit chatting when Bruce asked her a q...estion. ‘I know it’s a stupid question and it’s none of my business, but… Did you fuck anybody else since we broke up?’ ‘You’re right, it’s none of your business… but yes, just one guy recently, and a lot of girls before him.’ she answered, playing with her scrambled eggs in her plate with a fork. They weren’t that good, he over-cooked them. Bruce. . I'm going to cum, baby... I'm... cuuummminnnggg!!" she screamed, her pussy gushing sweet pussy juice around Mark's still pistoning cock. He didn't stop just because she had reached her orgasm. He kept driving into her just as hard, making her orgasm last torturously long. Her pussy clutched at his cock, trying to milk it of its precious cargo. He could feel her clamping down on him and it served to spur him on. He grabbed her tit sinking his fingers deep into the creamy flesh as he brutalized. They were new, and very flattering – and very expensive. She was momentarily glad that she had gotten them before her dad got the bad news at work. Then she frowned. Those damn weird eyes of hers. The right one pale blue, the left a deep brown. She thought again about getting tinted contacts so they’d match. Other people liked them, though… Amy shrugged and decided on just a quick bit of lip gloss. Why not, she thought. Can’t hurt. Amy thought of herself as presentable, maybe a little better. Those of us who know and love transgender people can often tell before a person who has not made love to these beautiful creatures. When I first met Carla, I saw her across the room at an art gallery wine reception and knew. I knew she had a cock. Later, after we hooked up, I discovered to my continuing joy that Carla's cock is a thing of beauty, sculpted ebony, as hard as mahogany when erect and as persistent in use.She is a wonderful exponent of self-control and can fuck vigorously for hours..