"How's everything going?" Um." I fidgeted in my chair. "Adjusting has been a little difficult." Well that's why we have these sessions and you're dres...ing the way youare. It's to reinforce your new self. You wanted to go through with thisand I'm only here to help." I know. It's been hard. I still feel like 2 people. I might be fine oneday but my old life comes back and people easily see through me. It'shard for me to give up my past interests and move on. I still findmyself really liking sports. His looked like a man who just had a bout of hot, raw sex but was ready to go another round, or four. Maintaining eye contact, Manolito slid his hands down the contours of her back to rest on her hips. He couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t stop touching her. Grabbing Clara’s hips, he lifted them up and then brought her back down, impaling her on his length, over and over again. Moaning, Clara threw her head back and let her long hair cascade over them. The feel of her silky hair drifting over. Gloria? Do you think you could loosen up a bit?”I had the gorilla girl on her back and had just broken her hymen. Her limbs were wrapped around me and I was being squeezed with bone-crushing force. I tried to shake free, open up some room to breathe, but every movement I made stirred her up, causing her to moan and squeeze tighter.“Gloria, I can’t breathe!” I began thrusting into her, hoping that if I made her climax, she might let go. I could feel the veins in my head bulging, my vision. Mom had never spanked daughter with anything but her hand."Oh, all right," Angela, grumbled. "Coming."Angela was a miniature version of Rebecca. Same lush auburn hair, same freckled complexion, and the same bottle-green eyes. Her breasts were a perfectly scaled-down version of Rebecca's 36C's. Her legs were Rebecca's at 14, so were her slender waist, winsome hips, and rather flat though very interesting bottom. Right now that bottom was clad in a pair of pink shorts proclaiming the word PINK..