I had mood swings, typical of hormone surges,and the definite sensation something was moving on the inside. It was abit like I could feel the baby kic...ing sometimes! Heaven on earth for atranswoman, I thought, mustn't be very different from this. I felt as ifevery moment of my life was significant in the writing of my history as awoman.One night I told Mustapha about my feelings, while I was in his lovingarms. His dark, smouldering eyes softened up all of a sudden, like thoseof a man being told. ”Melissa interrupted, “I am curious about one thing.”“What?”“Why did you suggest to Tony that we swap the other night?” she asked frostily.Clearly surprised, I replied a little too loudly, “I didn’t suggest it; he did!““Sure, sure Brad. And I don’t much like your tone.”“My tone? He’s the one that ask me if I wanted to swap, not me; or, or it was his girlfriend. I’m not sure which.”“So, you didn’t tell him that you’d like to fuck his girlfriend?”My mind raced back to my conversation with Tony. I. I fucked her hard and deep in that position, pressing her against the wall of the pool, kissing her as I thrust my cock deeply into her pussy. I would thrust my cock in deep, filling her fully before pulling it almost all the way out, just so I could slide it back in, over and over. By her cries, I could tell she was close to cumming and that only served to make me fuck her harder. "Cum for me Cat," I said, "I need you to cum hard for me. Show me what a good little cum slut you can be for me.. I always thought it was too expensive, but that was a false economy. This is the last damn trip Canyon Tours launches without a satellite telephone."As it turned out, Al couldn't get hold of Michelle that evening, but he hiked back up to the ranger station in the morning to tell her to set up the phone system. By then, it was too late for her to send someone down from the rim; it'd take another day, if she could find someone at all.What with having to rearrange the gear, and the phone call, it.