She indeed acted like one.My one hand was at the back of her head keeping her busy around my dick and other started to feel her 32 D boobs and pinched...her nipple. She screamed out of pain by removing her mouth from my dick. She said don’t do it again or else I won’t suck you.I was quiet and moved my hand to the other boob. I played with them. I knew that pleasure was building inside me and I could explode anytime.I pushed her towards my head and without giving any signal. I grunted and spurted. It was a warm evening and I felt too confined to just sit and watch TV. I started up the street towards the main road thinking that I would grab a can of Pepsi at the little store there. On the way back, I saw the new girl outside again, this time standing by a tree. I gave a shout of Hello, but she didn't acknowledge it. I didn't know if she was stuck up or just didn't notice me. I passed on by their house and thought I felt someone looking at me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw her. The fact that my desire to be a woman would never go away, but had become instinctual helped prove to me that I was never truly a Jeff, but always a Jenn. She wasn’t a fetish or some deviation on being bi or gay, but real flesh and bl**d femininity. Whenever I was her, I felt right and whole. Whenever I see her in the mirror or a photo, I know she is me. And I am so glad, so very glad, I embraced myself by embracing her. Jennifer started out shy and timid – uncertain of herself and how others. I kissed her neck and slipped my hand between her legs “I didn’t think I would have any balls left when you told me to come with you that day.To be honest it took me all summer to even get an inch inside Joan ,but she sure has your oral skills. Speaking of oral skills “she said “I think you should eat me since you're stirring it up with your fingers”. Beth stood up and sat herself down on the ledge “gladly “ I said and moved in between her spread thighs. Most of the cum that we had deposited.