Kevin figured out what I was trying to do and scootched over so that he was centered on the lounge chair.I gave his cock a few quick strokes and with ...ne last glance over at the other couple, I swung one leg over him and impaled myself on his shaft.Once again, I adjusted my skirt. Sure, I was having sex less than 10 ft from another couple but a lady has to maintain some sense of modesty!Kevin: When Nina sat on my cock I thought I was going to lose my mind (and my load)!I couldn’t believe it!. Ididn't want my maleness anymore. I wanted to be 100 percent female, witheverything that went along with that. Since the first change, I'd foundthat new thoughts had been entering my head -- how to put on a bra, forexample, and what shoes might look good with a particular skirt. They werenew, but familiar at the same time, as though they'd been germinating inmy head my entire life and had just now been awoken. I wanted more. Iwanted to see what this woman looked like.I tried on a few more. The mailbox looked overstuffed, and newspapers and trash littered the driveway and front porch. They had just moved in two weeks ago and it already looked terrible over there. Granted, the house had been abandoned and foreclosed for almost 3 years, and no one did any yard work in the time since then. Still, if they just mowed it once, we wouldn't have this little girl in my backyard, completely oblivious to where she was, only caring about getting her skin just another tone darker. "I'm gonna. He has, in fact, been planning something, but it would unfortunately have to wait. The photographs, though . . . he is pleasantly surprised to receive them, knowing full well how much she despises being the subject of any picture. Photograph #1A close-up view of her bound breasts, rubber bands of various sizes and colours criss-crossing. Her already-generous breasts appear even larger, swollen by the constriction of the bands. The notation on the back of the photograph reads: Instead of a spank.