She closed the conversation with a compliment."You know, it wasn't just a one off for us. I almost told the girls you were terrible and had a tiny lit...le wienie, just to keep you for myself."I returned it."And if they didn't know what a firecracker you were already, I'd have told them you were loose enough to drive a truck through, and just laid there asking me if I was done yet."She giggled."Seriously, without going into detail, I told the girls I had a really good experience, and it would be. Actually Gretchen Sylvia Fitzpatrick, nee Schmidt. Iknow about now you are thinking WTF but you see I started out similar tomany of you Fictionmania readers. I was born male 63 plus years. My storymaybe different than many of yours but I have loved every second of mylife, especially after my now husband Rob came into it. Over the pastalmost 40 years I have kept a diary of my life, first at Rob'sinsistence, but now because I enjoy pouring out my life and feelings. Ihave retained all my diaries. He had refrained from jerking off to past sightings, preferring to do so when he got home. Today, though, Hank had felt quite horny even before seeing Natalie strip. As the young woman undressed, he half-consciously massaged his dick through his pants, feeling it starting to get hard.Natalie stretched, thrusting those magnificent tits out, then slipped off her thong. The young woman had a full bush, something that Hank understood was becoming less common among young folks. He liked it, though.. “Offa me, you crazy cunt!” squealed Karen, fightinglike hell to dislodge the pantheress that was atop her.Her legs kicked up in the air, and I could see all theway up to her panties.Holy shit! She wasn’t wearing any panties!Her legs opened wider, and I got an eyeful of a smooth,shaved pussy, set high and ripe between her longslender thighs. The more she kicked, the more I got tosee.“Get her, Trace,” I prayed in a whisper.Then Karen brought one of her knees up,.