He thenguided his cock into my wet pussy, and started to pound away, I was thrusting my butt out,feeling every single inch that passed my lips. He had...a nice size cock, with a big bell end, thatyou could really feel whenever he came out. He really started to go fast at that point, making meonce again grip the ladder really tightly. My orgasms were coming back to back by now, and Ithought this man had some staying power. In fact, by the time he did cum, I’d lost count of howmany times I had. I. I got on a pair of shorts and shirt and went out into the livingroom. "T" was sitting there alone watching the TV, I asked her where my brother was and she said "he had to go to work for a few hours to catch up." I sat at the opposite end of the couch as "T" and we watched TV. Every so often I could see her look over at me. At one point she broke the silence and asked me... "what are you thinking about?" and with every ounce of courage I had in my body I told her... "fucking you",She stood up. Put it behind you, Allison, she coached herself silently. Easier said than done... With a sigh, she followed Professor Salinger into his office. It wasn't at all what she expected. The typical college-issued clunker of a metal desk and torn vinyl office chair were nowhere to be found. In their place were a grand oak roll top desk and a high-backed burgundy leather swivel chair. And the walls were literally lined from floor to ceiling with bookcases. Allison longed to browse the enormous. Now my desire and her lack of attention had combined to end our relationship.‘Susan, this is me and I can’t lead a dual life and lie. Your welcome to be with me and try and understand who you’re married to or whatever.’She gritted her teeth, ‘There’s no way I’ll let my husband just become a woman. You’re saying this is a permanent change? You fucking weirdo, you faggy little sissy. I’ve got too much self-respect to live with a queer..