I was a teenager and my hormones were out of control. I had started to cross-dress years ago. Over time I learned to do it very well. My parents, of c...urse, did not approve of that activity. So I had been forced to transform myself at night, when everyone slept. No need to go into detail. Every action has its consequence. One thing leads to another. I had put on shorts for the first time when I was 12 years old, and years later, I became a woman at two in the morning and went outside. The fear. The subways were so over-worked and over-packed, that they hired 'packers'. During rush hours, these people showed up in uniforms, with little white pith helmets on their heads and did their jobs on the subway platforms. Their jobs? Train packing. When everyone had squeezed into a car, and it was obvious that no one else could fit, it was there job to force another two or three bodies into each car, literally tugging and pushing people to make them fit like sardines in a can.Luckily, I boarded. Why do you think I brought him over tonight?”The idea that he was about to be hungrily sucked by a second horny woman – my woman – didn’t seem to bother Ted any, either.After my Tina drank down two explosions from Ted’s cock – which is the same size as mine, but black – Tina climbed on me. My woman was very wet, and she rode me harder than she had in several weeks.Meanwhile, Ted got on Bri and banged the hell out of her hungry pussy, as Tina and I watched and fucked beside them.Over time, we. It didn't feel awkward or uneasy as I had feared it would; she was such a nice person that I couldn't help but feel as if we were old friends. After about an hour of studying, she thanked me for helping her and asked me if I could stop by the next day as well. "Sure," I said with a smile. She thanked me again and I left. Things continued that way for the next few weeks. I went to her class almost every day to help her study after school. I became more and more comfortable around her; after a.