I understand whyyou want to learn how to be a boy and after some thought I think it's agood idea. I don't feel any different being a boy or a girl and...that hasbeen implied too many times, is because I always act like a girl. I thinkit'll do me good to learn how to be a boy. If I don't like it then Iwon't do it and I'll think again." What if you do?" Then I'll have plenty of fun. I don't dislike being Jayne, I just haveto get used to the fact that clothes don't affect the person I am. Theydon't. And now she goes all in. Takes the giant cock deep in her mouth, touching her tonsils, deep throating her live meat. She enjoys her prey, consuming it like a huntress. She gags on it, choking noises pop out of her, mouth gaping open yet stuffed full. She slowly retreats her head from the wall and watches the drool connect her mouth to the cock. Lines of saliva hang in the air line power lines. Michelle uses the shaft to smear all her own drool over her face.I feel her nose, her closed eyes, her. "Where are they?" he asked again, but the question seemed rhetorical when he didn't bother waiting for an answer. This time as he pushed past Mary to get out of the room, he was calling more than David's name, his voice sounding slightly panicked in his own ears. "Oliver? Oliver? Oliver!" That's enough!" Mary shouted as she followed after him, making a grab for Frank's arm only to have him shake her off. "I want you out of my house! Now!"Frank wasn't listening. He was too busy moving through. I thought I was going to cry, but Jim didn't give me a chance. He stuck his head right in between my big bouncy tits and flooded my breasts with passionate kisses, licks and tender but firm bites. My chest was heaving furiously in and out as my big brother devoured my nipples in his mouth. I just had to have his man cock by this time, and made him stand up as I got up and strutted around the room to show him my sexy outfit from Victoria Secret, and show him what a sexy little piece of ass that.