. Ki randi apne boyfriend ka lund toh bohut ache se leti hai ab 5 5 lund le aaj.. Or mere kapde fad diye. Mai unse request krri thi ki please mujhe ja...ne do jitna paisa chiye lelo but please jaane do toh unme se ek aaya or bola dekh yashasvi tujhe b pta hai ham log teri gaand ke peeche kab se lage hai.. Toh tu aaj hamse chudegi or hame paise bhi degi..Mai rone lagi toh unme se ek aaya or mujhe utha liya or jhuka diya or meri gaand me ungli daalne laga mai unse request karri thi ki please mujhe. This piqued my fancy to an immense degree,and I decided that I had found my outlet. I won't say which ones, and I'mrather ashamed of this, but I began to masturbate to stories and fantasiesof men becoming women--usually by force and against the man's wishes.My grades did improve, but not nearly to the point that I had beenstriving for. I began seeing a psychiatrist about my scholastic problems,but I have to say that I was dishonest about my gender-identity. In fact,the subject of transgenderism. Slowly she took the head into her mouth and swished her tongue along my meat to draw out the clear liquid that was all but pouring from my 7 inch cock. Slowly she lowered her head until I was deep within her throat...then ever so gently with another swirl of her tongue she began to mouth fuck me nibbling at the base of my cock and then sliding all the way up to the head which she sucked with all the lust I could stand. Just as I was about to unleash a tremendous load of cum into her I pulled. As they had been getting dressed, Jeremy had asked Marie what type of bathing suit she had for the beach shots. She showed him a very conservative one piece bathing suit. “That would be way too much cloth covering your body,” he said as he put it back in her suitcase. “We will do a little shopping on the way.” As they drove into the city, they stopped at fountains and gardens, with Jeremy shooting dozens of shots to get just the right body language, hair blowing in the breeze and expression..