I went back to concentrating on licking every inch of her pussy my tongue could reach, at the same time rubbbing her clit with my thumb. Her body woul... not stay still; she was twitching, gyrating, and cunvulsing from one orgasm to another. I stopped to give her a rest or so I thought"No, no don't stop, oh noooo, don't stop, it feels so good, soooo gooood, keep going, keep doing what you are doing, I just want to cum and cum."Her voiced died out as she dug her heels into the bed and raised her. Why? Because as long as I'm wearing clothes, I can almost pretend I'm aregular girl.When I'm nude, I cant hide from my flaws, especially the one between mylegs that never lets me forget I'm not ... regular.It used to be worse - before I started taking hormones, I could hardlystand to look at myself even dressed, but with my breasts coming in alittle, now if I wear the right kind of clothes I guess there are worselooking women out there.But naked, all I see is the ugly bits, so I just dont go. My cock was straining against my pants. She leaned back, breaking our kiss as her hands traced up her body. She grabbed her tits and while looking at me, bit her lip as she rubbed her hands up and down. I leaned forward wanting to touch her as she put a hand on my chest and pushed me against the sofa. She quickly grabbed my belt and pants and undid them. My cock had a little more room. She reached behind me, pulled my pants away, and down until they were at my ankles. She slowly grabbed my cock. Izzy somehow took this as an invitation to come in and Jack watched her intently as she did so, hating himself for the happiness he felt that she had. She sat on the table in front of Jack’s desk and neatly folded one dark, smooth leg over the other and smiled sweetly at him. Her large chest heaved up and down and she felt her veins spike with adrenaline; she was seeking a thrill. Jack knew he should have told her to leave in that very moment, and then go visit a church to seek The Lord’s help.