I pettedthe pouting damp lips which were peeping through the thick hair and gentlypushed them apart to insert a couple inches of finger. Mom was very ...etinside. "Mmm, that feels good," Mom purred. "Maybe I shouldn't have let you dothat. It feels too good." She humped her hips against my probing finger,sending it farther inside the slippery way. "Gee, Mom, thanks for letting me do this. I won't do any more than youwant me to, but I've dreamed of this since I was 11 or 12 years old, evenbefore I. My head drops forward and you pull it back to grunt in my ear, "Take it." When you're not growling encouragement in my ear, you're biting my neck and shoulders. When your hands aren't on my hips guiding me forward and back against you, they're in my hair or pinching and pulling my nipples. I can tell you're as turned on as I am because your body gets impossibly hotter and I become aware of wetness against my thigh that isn't just sweat.Pressing your forehead against the back of my head, you. I was mad. This wasn't supposed to happen.Alex looked like something from a circus freak show. Her beard was goneand I noticed that her "dick bump" was all but gone. How could she gofrom bearded and hung like a horse, to beardless and still hung like ahorse, now to beardless and almost dickless? Something wasn't right. "That," Alex said "Was me making out with Joe and almost having sex." "He didn't see that you looked like a freak? What's wrong with that kid?" I don't know." She said. "But he's. Bob soulfully replied, "I'm not sure. What she is asking of me is a lot.I still consider myself to be a man. However I freely admit there are alot of things about dressing as a woman that are pleasing to the senses. I feel naked leaving the house without makeup and perfume, I wouldn'teven consider going without the support of a good bra. I may bepredisposed to femininity; but I still consider myself a man, withmasculine interests. I have been off the hormones long enough my babymaker is.