I hate a mystery so I drove around backto where the employees que up to take a bus back to Basseterre. He wasstanding there talking to some other men ...nd saw me park a littledistance away.He walked over and said " Were you lucky tonight?"I said " Not yet, need a ride?" He got in. I asked" where to?"He replied " Wherever you want, you're behind the wheel" I laughed and said " Good answer" We drove along the coast, he was staring at my thighs as I stepped on theaccelerator, clutch and brake. I. ” She sighed, “Well…..true. So what is this deal? Why’d you let me go?”I looked at the boys, “Can we talk privately?” She looked at them too. “Sure, boys, give us some time, ok?”“But mama I’ve still gotta cum some more,” Jed said. I looked at her. “How much do they cum?”She shrugged, “usually 10-12 times a day.” “How much of that do you swallow?” I asked.“Usually 7 loads apiece, so, 28 loads. Probably seven or eight of those cups we just used.”I stared in disbelief. “Wow. That’s…. Of course, image was nothing, as the soda commercials had told an entire generation of teenagers back in the nineties. Image alone hadn't made her a woman, nor had the gradual reshaping of her adolescent physique during more than half a decade of endocrine therapy. In the final analysis, such factors were largely irrelevant. Tessa Greenhart had entered the world biologically male, an insignificant Y-chromosome carelessly tacked onto the end of her DNA, but events since that moment had confirmed. My highschool girlfriend, Tara had taught me about sexÑhow to finger a girl,how to eat her out, how to fuck her. Now, I was learning the samelessonsÑin reverse.Brendan pushed my ass back so my legs were high in the air. I grabbed myheels to give him better access. He alternated deep diving with his tongueand working the wall of my pussy with two fingers. His tongue was drivingme wildÑlike it was creating an itch that I could not scratch.He added more lube and slid three fingers inside me. I.