When Liz closed the front door tosignal her departure for church, Elisabeth finally emerged into thekitchen wondering if she could make me breakfast. ...s she cooked and thenwe ate, we had a nice long chat about all that she'd been doing sincewe'd last met. I was surprised to learn that absolutely no one in VW knewof her transition and her sex change surgery. I was quite surprised thatvery few people knew and I was one of the exceptions.All of that change had happened well before she'd started. Crying women are one of the things that I find so sensuous. Something about how vulnerable they seem as they cry. I could feel my dick grow rock hard as I held her. Her massive tits pressed against me and I could feel the twin pebbles of her nipples press into my chest. My hand started rubbing her back and I knew if I didn’t stop something would happen we might both regret. I let her go but Cynthia didn’t seem in a hurry to let me go. I placed my hands on her arms and softly parted us. ‘I don’t. I lifted it up and she ran her hand over them which gave me an instant hard on.” Do you want to see my sexy panties” she asked and almost at once raised her shirt to show off here floral patterned nylon panties. “Nice? Come and touch them there’s a good girl”. I ran my hands all over them and the feeling was wonderful I have to say. Doreen was letting out little moans. “Take my panties off please”. I obliged and her thick brush came in to sight. My hand was straight up feeling her thick black. Her other hand left her breasts to join its twin between her legs. She cried out, her back arching and her toes curling. From her reaction alone he knew that she was rubbing her clit now, stroking that little nub in just the right way as her fingers delved into her wet heat. She was nearing her climax already, the whole clearing seemed charged with energy, currents of pleasure and lust flowing out from the ecstatic girls and shivering through the hidden voyeur peering in on her pleasure. His.