The pile of the rug always prickles my back, makes me move against his hairy front. And then it feels good on both sides.Lunch was very late. When we ...ad eaten, he went to put the dishes in the machine. He bent, his balls framed by his powerful legs for some moments as he peered at something in its recesses. An idea tickled my consciousness."Have I told you I love your balls?'He straightened, turned. "Yes. Same as I love your pussy.'"Come here, ' I said, rising and moving toward the posing. It had been exciting, but he was glad it was over. And his desire to become a woman was satisfied, and now no longer played any part in his mind. That's when Alex noticed that he had a message on the answering machine. It was only two days old. He played it."Hello, Alex? I don't know if you remember me, but this is Harriet Walters. We met at Tony's Bar about six years ago. Anyway, I heard from a friend who has a friend that you would be back in the near future. Would you perhaps be interested. Like it was what I wanted to do.So I did it.June spun around and bent over. I just turned in my seat, flipped up her skirt, and groaned at the sight of her tight rump with cum bubbling out of her butt-crack. Incestuous, salty cum that I hungered to feast on.Licking my lips, I buried my face into my little sister’s ass-crack.My tongue flicked out the moment I did, licking up that sour-infused cum that had flooded out of her butthole. As I did this, I shoved my right hand between my thighs and. I knew the power of being a woman. I continued to dress up in bra and panties in the following years. I met a guy in middle school. His name was Wayne. I would have sleepovers at his house. We would listen to music and talk about the kids we went to school with. We would play with other kids in the neighborhood. I would wear bras and panties while we did these things. I would change in his bathroom when getting ready for bed. I played it off as my being modest. I didn't know how he would.