Southerland had told me what my body was doing. When I carefully walked into the hall, balancing in the high-heeled boots that actually fit me, Albert...almost tripped on his tongue. The image I had seen in the mirror was someone else. A sad-faced teenage girl with two, thick, jet-black braids, courtesy of Brenna, and pale white skin.When he found his voice, Albert echoed the same statements that Brenna and DeeDee had made. "You really do look right as a girl. Heck, there will be guys tripping. Betty turned around and leaned on one of the boxes in front of her, as she raised her skirt I could see she wasn't wearing any panties. She must of taking them off after she left the meeting room. I never done anal before and was anticipating how good it will be. I used some saliva to wet the tip of my dick; I rubbed the tip of my dick along the creases of her ass hole."Lock the door behind you, don't wanna be disturbed so I will try not to moan out load" Betty said as she spread her legs and. I even began suggesting to my wife that she spend more girls' nights out to give me the opportunity to watch porn and masturbate. She was more than happy to oblige my request. Of course, I suspected it gave her more opportunity to cheat.I was becoming addicted to porn and found myself watching more and more gay porn. I even fantasized about sucking cock. A fantasy that caused me to visit online gay chat rooms. I would chat with gay men and tell them I was having fantasies about sucking cock,. Suckling noises coming across the seat, spurring the old farmer's imagination of young succulent breast."Not very talkative are you?" the unkempt old farmer mumbled in a tone that was almost inaudible to himself. But she caught every syllable.She just glared at the farmer, hunger and anger were getting the better of her. Her eyes were pits of darkness sparking with anger, as her instinct kicked into overdrive."So how come you are wearing all black?" he asked. " Did someone die or something?".