." The beautician rammed a clothinto Bobbie's mouth."Listen, honey," the beautician soothed. "You're not the first boy I dida make-over on, so just si... back and relax. I know how you transvestiteslike to look. All glittery and everything." As though this -transforming a man into woman - was a normal every-day occurrence forher, the beautician went about her work.The color was applied, a sugary silvery blonde. Sort of a candyplatinum. Carefully, Bobbie's hair was wound in big rollers and a. Afterward, she complains how rude the usher is if he asks her to move toward the center. Anyone who climbs over her is likewise treated with a half smile, more of a scowl and little if any movement of her knees to make their entry easier. She must have grown up learning that other people exist just to please her as her parents had. She never had to learn to share anything like toys or clothes. As a result, she keeps all her old clothing rather than giving it away. She has the largest walk in. I wanted to pour my full semen in missionary position only. I came above her pressing her full body against my 70 kg weight & started jamming her. She was restless & wanted to enjoy my each stroke. Suddenly She arced her body & shuddered shattering orgasm. I furiously pumped her pussy with full speed & collapsed on her body showering flood of my hot seamen in her already flooded pussy. We lied there for some time with my semi hard tool inside her pussy. It was already 1 PM For last around one. So here I am in lunch, looking for some of my friends. I spot my friend Craig in the vending machine area, kicking the crap out of the machine and yelling something about it being a dirty whore who was in need of a shotgun accident. I walk up and yell over him. “Dude, what the fuck are you doing?” I ask as he pulls back to punch it. He looks over his shoulder and says, “Sorry man, the damn machine ate my only dollar. So im gonna get it back.” “Dude,” I said to him as he pulled a little further.