Her love flowed out her body, through the kiss, and into me. The longer we kissed, the more I came to realize just how much I loved my sister. I retur...ed that love in the kiss, and when we broke it, I leaned down and said to her, "I love you too my sweet, sweet sister." Show me," she said. "Make love to me"So I did just that. I rose up on both arms and slowly pulled myself out until just the head was inside her. Just as slowly I eased it back in. I did this several more times, making sure to go. ' As she soaped up and tried to clean herself, vivid pictures of black dicks going in and out of her body flashed through her mind like a movie flashback sequence. She thought about how at first she had not wanted to have sex with them. It wasn't that she was a prude, or that she had a boyfriend or anything, or even that she had a racist mindset. Everything just happened too fast, and she instinctively tried to pump the brakes on the situation, but her good friend was crying, and the clock was. And he looked at me waiting for my reaction. I smiled, I told her that she was beautiful and that she also had other experiences with trans women. Angela regained her smile. We arrived at his house. I kissed him on his lips. She got off. He took a few steps, looked back and asked if I wanted to go. I told him yes! I entered his house. He sat me in an armchair and left for moments. Then he came back, brought two glasses and a bottle of champagne. We talked, I drink and in a moment Angela brought. Her loose fitting silk underwear was lying at his feet. His manhood was pressed rather snuggly at her entrance. He wasn't going to wait for a comfy couch to break this one in and she didn't seem to want to wait!For Barbara, everything felt centered on the emptiness she felt deep in her belly. It wasn't the hunger that many others felt in their stomach that were without jobs. No it was much different but no more important than the need for food. It was to be the beginning of her womanhood. It.