How every decision, thought or choice issecondary to, "Why can't I be a girl" i mean how can they comment orjudge, saying things like "you're a boy no... matter what you do" or "boysare boys and girls are girls and that's it, these people are justconfused" sometimes i wish they could feel what i feel for just a day tounderstand.I decided I was going to forget about Ben or anyone else for now andpractice my mannerisms and walking around in these three inch heels.I've always tried to not act like a. We were both enjoying it. I knew it was illegle, we knew, but it was happening and we both were benifiting from our interaction and both maintained this pressure on our respective sex organs, until he released his seed. A long long time has passed since that encounter and if my mother had know what had transpired that afternoon, she would never had married him. Needless to say, by keeping this experience to myself I told him, in a roundabout way, he was marrying into a nice harem of females,. The pleasure momentarily took my breath away! I opened my legs to afford him better access. I should have told him, no. It wasn’t too late! I still had my virginity. The farthest I had gone before was allowing Eddie Corcoran a quick feel, and I stopped him as his fingers combed through my bush after a night of celebration after finals. Here I was a mere three weeks later, the tongue of the President of the United States probing deeply into my most private places, and I was encouraging him! My. Then I noticed that my horny sexy wife was rubbing herself. Then I asked her if all this sex was too much for her…With an evil smile on her beautiful face, Ana told me yes, it was too much for her, but Jerome had ordered her that she could not cum until he got back over and fuck her in the morning…Then she smiled as we saw Clara and Shaquille going naked to the bathroom, apparently to take shower together. A short while later, Jerome joined us for a coffee in the kitchen.Then we saw Shaquille.