She didn't need an artificial cunt to be a woman, becausegender was a psychological, not a physical, matter. In her heart andher mind, she was a woman... a shemale, a chick with a dick, and she wasproud to be one. Nevertheless, for her, sex-reassignment surgery was asunnecessary as it was unwanted.As she stoked the nipple of her left breast with her left thumb, shemasturbated, pumping the taut flesh back and forth upon her stiffprick. The nipple swelled, standing firm within its puffy areola.. God, I was sick. “Oh! Hey, Aaron!” She launches herself at me, her arms wrapping around my waist and her breasts pressed up against my chest. “I’m sorry about earlier, but I am sooo glad that you’re back.” Oh God, her breasts are rubbing up against me, and I could almost swear that she sounded slyly happy. I shake my head a little and respond in my happy, brotherly tone. “Me too, sis. And no worries! I know what it’s like to be stressed and all.” I look down, and for the first time in my life,. He’s a jerk, but a very wealthy jerk who enjoys spreading it around. Somehow he always shows up when I’m ... Well, he thinks his money will...” Keith looked at Maddie with a growing unease. He knew she had been married once, but didn’t know the ex was still in the picture.“Your ex is paying for my hospital stay?” he asked, in amazement. “All the more reason to get out of here. What does he expect you to do because he helped me?”“There’s nothing to worry about on that account,” Maddie said,. Her arms rose over her head where she draped them behind his neck, giving him total access.His work on her nipples quickly sent heat rushing to the juncture of her thighs, need and moisture pooling to dampen her thong. It had been so long since anyone besides herself had given her pleasure and she panted in need and enjoyment.A hand left off playing with a peak to skim down her stomach and beneath the waistband of her shorts and panties to tangle in her damp curls. Her gasps and sighs turned.