That Suzy had on her own decided that her tiny bit ofEnglish needed improvement was noted as well.Her ability to fit in and her willingness to take in...tiative in and ofthemselves might have been enough to convince Dr. Ming to bring Suzy toAmerica. But one other fact cemented the deal. In certain areas of Chinathere is a tradition of what I will call "ladygirl". How others may usethe word are of no matter to this story. It is a rough translation fromthe original Chinese. I could have chosen any. It was thick. Her makeup was thick too. Pale skin, elongated eye makeup…. Black lipstick. Her black tank top fought a losing battle to control her D or better tits. Her flat stomach was on display below the ragged and frayed cut off of the shirt. The skin tight gray yoga pants revealed her camel toe almost more plainly than if she was nude. It also showed her hips, powerful thighs and perfectly tapered legs… before they descended into black high heeled boots. Buckles... six on each boot. I'd never known terror like this. I'm female...which means I have apussy...which means I can be fucked. A cock can be pushed into my body.I can be entered... penetrated... dominated.Reamed...plowed...screwed.Whatever you call it - it can be done to me... because I'm a girl. Iwas no virgin as a guy - I'd lost it years ago. But this was different.To have sex as a girl meant to surrender...to submit in a way a boycould never understand. Miss Barton was right - when I crossed the lineof. She ran her fingers through the rough coarse hairy nested at the base his cock and gripped his hardness between her delicate fingers.She began massaging his massive hard on. She could feel his cock throbbing and twitching under her grip. She enjoyed its rigid warm flesh.“God… Your cock feels good.” She whispered, lovingly sliding the foreskin up and down over his rock-hard cock. Ashim stopped sucking his fingers and looked into the eyes of his sexy aunt. They kissed again… A long lingering.