From this position I could see her wet long hair hanging between her butt down. There were water dripping from her washed hair which I happily drank. ...hh soo tasty.After the bath both of us were much exhausted. But the fires were still burning.I dried rehna’s long hair. After long combing and drying. Her long hair was shining like a model.I made her lie on the bed face down. And made her hair cover her body like a blanket.Now I cud see only her legs from thighs. I slowly removed the silky hair. While she started pumping my shaft, I observed past her face, a mere inch from my tip, her fingers massaging my pre-cum into her lips. I observed the effects on her face, agony, pleasure, surprise at her reaction to her own stimulation, her breasts heaving with emotion and exertion. I reached for her hair, slick with water from the shower, congealed against her scalp and parts of her face, bundled it in my fist and lifted her to her feel. Half way up I slip my hand around her waist and lifted. Contrary to what I'd heard about trans-gender people, she didn't seem to mind posing for us and it appeared that mental problems due to the 'wrong configuration' of their body did not seem to be a universal ailment among trans-women. She looked rather comfortable with her body. I suppose some of us were more confused than she was. After all, even if your mind knows that there is nothing wrong with a transgender person, drawing boobs on someone who also has a penis feels sort of unusual when you. After she was coded, collared, and more than that, she would have no rights at all and would legally be a possession, nothing more than that. She was chattel, her own son’s property, no less.“Well, now that the fidelity issue is resolved, in favor of infidelity as well as incest, there’s no point in trying to fight my desires. I want you, Bruce. I want to be your girlfriend again. Before you say it, I know what comes with the territory, though you owning your own mother totally confirms the.