Michelle even went three years older than she is, no luck. So, finally, I decided it was going to be a grown man. Over twenty-one, maybe thirty, forty... whatever. Mature, experienced, someone who I could be sure had had sex many times, someone accomplished in making love to a woman, well, a girl.I went through a long list, leaving out a few people like the mail man, he seemed a bit strange. Teachers, too, I knew would be trouble. There may be a few that might but I figured that most would refuse. " I was angry. I didn't bother with disappointed. I went straight to pissed. You were mine. You've always been mine. How could that black-haired bitch come between us? What was it? The inheritance? The Bentley? The Chelsea House? Her tits were bigger?" It was never the house, the money, or the car -- but they were nice tits."Smack!"Ouch! Take it easy, Ash. I was teasing. She couldn't hold a candle to you." Oh really. Any just how could she not?" Well, let's see. That mass of golden curls that. I see so many changes and me having so many milestones.Talking with Karen was great. We talked more about transitioning and Itold her about how I was coming about with a plan. I gave her thegroundwork and agreed that it is the best way for me. The strategy ofthe plan is simple, I will start living as a woman in my personallife, then move on to my social life, then finally my professionallife. When a change like this is happening, I think one needs to becomfortable in their personal life first. Your tongue gives you the familiar taste of my cock which always drives your wet cunt wild.You are openly sucking a hard cock in public and your pussy is telling you how turned on you are. I pull your skirt up and start rubbing your clit through the black silk knickers you have worn for me like a good little tart. I notice how soaking you are and reach under your knickers to greedily taste you. The eye contact you had with this woman has escalated as she has moved seats to watch you suck me.