They were not humongous butperky. They fit her body. She touched herself often when she was alone.They were sensitive to the touch, and gave a sensa...ion of pleasure thatshe never had as a male. She loved the way they looked when she woretight dresses. And she loved to push her chest out, spine straight, headerect. And loved the attention she got.Cheryl no longer had to take the anti-testosterone shots, and found thattucking her 'thingie' underneath was now easier without the. I imagined that fucking her with her legs around my waist was going to be wonderful. And she would probably insist on giving me several blowjobs as well.I picked Julia up at seven and we had a nice Chinese dinner as I looked at her longingly. I noticed that every guy in the restaurant also had their eyes on her and her long hair. It was so long that she had to ensure she didn’t sit down on it by pulling it over one shoulder. That action alone made me want to stand up, move around to her, take. Please don’t tell anybody I said that. Like ... ever.”“I won’t. Honestly, I don’t think anybody would believe me.”“Thanks,” I mumbled, staring down at the floor.“Hakuna matata,” he replied. I looked up at him and smiled. He went on, “So all day every day, huh? That’s even more than me.”“You do that, too?” I asked. This question made him laugh out loud.“You really don’t know very many teenage boys, do you?”I shook my head. “Why? Is it normal for them to do that?”He nodded. “My record is five. The top of my dress was now pulled down to my waist. My tits begging to burst from my bra, he had more access and was pinching and twiddling my nipples with his thumb and forefinger. I started rubbing my ass against his throbbing cock. His breath was coming out in short gasps and the burning feelings running through my body seemed to be intensified by the darkness. “My pussy is so wet, please put that pulsating cock inside it, I'm gonna cum so hard.” I begged. He didn't say anything, I was.