"I’m so glad I bought the blue one, its perfect with her eyes. Wow she looks beautiful" I smile a huge smile, a knowing smile. “I love you” I mo...th the words as I walk up to you. You hand me your arm and say to me so gallantly. "Your chariot awaits My Love." I grab the roses, say goodbye to my co-workers and wink. The night is crisp, the smell of fall is in the air, and the moon is full. You take me in your arms and kiss me passionately, deeply touching my soul, capturing it for a life. But Beasaid that learning to act like a woman is like learning to play thepiano, an art that expresses feelings, and that I needed thefeelings as well as the techniques, and that it takes a while todevelop them. I spent a lot of time imagining how women feel, aboutthemselves, about each other, and about men, which at first was atotal mystery to me. Then as my nipples got hard lumps behind themand my breasts started to grow, she helped me with my feelings.Every night Bea would caress my nipples,. So I began taking more dicks in my mouth, one after the other – one in my mouth, two in my hands, and one being wanked to me. I felt accomplished but that didn’t stop me from gagging frequently. I could feel the mess of alcohol and previously fed tacos in my tummy churning uncomfortably. But I went ahead anyway, eventually taking cumshots in my mouth and some even on my hair. I licked the cum off my hair and tits and ate it away, pleasing the freshly served exasperated men. I was beginning to. I returned with the soda and set it down next to her, leaning over her shoulder to look at her math problems. My cock brushed against her back as I stared into her blouse, catching a glimpse of her still growing tits. Eagerly awaiting her journal post that night, I sat and drank a whiskey at my computer. I knew shed post about it, but what would she say? Her posting came later than normal that night. She lead it with our meeting. I cant believe it the posted started&hellip,Mr. Jones had some.