She said that at the very least it would involve gettingrid of all my male clothing and behavior and live as a woman all thetime. She said that my new...weekend job would greatly move me toward thatgoal. As we smoked and finished off the second glass, my head wasstarting to swim. She talked about learning everything a woman shouldknow from makeup application to fashion. She said that it should beuncomfortable to be dressed in anything but women's clothing.She sent me back in for yet another glass. She receives me into her each and every time that I bring my penis to her soft and succulent and moistened mouth. In the warm night, my hands caress her small head. They are a small people so her head is that of a c***d. In the dark stillness, she softly suckles my penis and we are locked in our silent bliss. She is Mahu, a boygirl, and only a fort-night past did I first experience her queer and foreign pleasures to euphoria like nothing other. Upon entering her, the strange and sensual world. He sighed, leaning back and watching closely her as she slavishly tongued all around the fat mushroom. The skin was soft and rubbery, but beneath pulsed a powerful steely rod. She opened wider as she pulled his cock down so that it stuck out straight from his body. Her lips stretched and stretched. She swore she felt her jaw creak for a moment from his girth. And then suddenly, with a wet slurp, he was in her mouth. "Shit! Good good good," Marc groaned. His praise thrilled her, and she sucked. I so wished that someday I’d have a chance to let him lick up all my wetness and let me cum all over his face. My daydreams about him have been going on now for twenty years. I love having my pussy eaten, but I always imagine that it’s Bill doing it, moaning into my snatch and tongue-fucking me. I knew from a few drunken conversations with my sister that Bill had a nice fat seven inch dick, so perfect for sucking, and just the right size for stretching my petite, tight pussy. For twenty years,.