A warm wash cloth was rubbing her privates, cleaning her. He alternated between her ass and her pussy, playing, dipping. Sometimes he would go from th... warm towel to the an ice cold one, to see her reaction. Then, he would warm her again. He felt the moisture begin again in her loins. Her clit poked through grotesquely, begging to be played with. Anna started to grind her hips against his hand, trying to get more pleasure from him. He took one of the cold towels and touched it to her clit,. I was born a male but at the age of 23 I had a full sex change at the request of my boyfriend. Here is how and why it happened.I knew I liked men from an early age. I was interested to talk with girls and be their friend but I wanted men. I looked at men in the street, at their muscles and their penile bulges. I was not feminine but rather neutral - neither butch nor sissy. Around the age of 18 I started going out to gay bars and clubs. I was not unattractive being fairly slim, dark brown hair. Surely I couldn't go any further? My long painted nails pulled the material down, exposing my creamy shoulders. The lacy elastic of my pink bra straps and the cleavage of my firm breasts started to come into view. Jerri, I thought, you can't take off your dress! You know you shouldn't do this! I remembered that my balconette bra just supported the underside of my breasts and if I pulled my dress down, nothing would cover my nipples! But my hands continued to pull the soft material of my dress. “Stop,” she froze in her tracks. "There's more. Then I’d tell him to get on his knees behind you eat your pussy until you came again, and if you didn’t cum, I wouldn’t agree to any of this.”She was flushed in the face, neck, and chest down to where her green dress started. She was barely breathing. Her big brown eyes were staring at me, begging me to follow through on what I had just said. “Well, we’re not doing that today. Trust me, I’d fucking love to and I wove that little tale to.