Little did she know the real emotion behind my face. An urge. A yearning for her. Samantha was a very, very sexy girl for her age. (15). She had curve... for miles, that defined her as a women…a girl. She had stunning blue eyes. The kind that you can get lost in, and never want to be found. Her black hair flowed down her shoulders like strands of silk. Her breasts were a healthy 36 C, perfect for me. We walked into her room and both sat down on the bed. OK, Lets do this. Said Samantha.Haha. OK,. I looked at her book shelf and was taken aback by seeing some of the same books that were in my room when I was in high school. Suddenly she kissed my cheek, I turned and looked at her, so pretty, so innocent, and I took her in my arms and kissed her lips. We sat on her bed and continued kissing her. While my lips were meeting her lips my hands explored her young body, touching first her back, then her stomach, and then my hands touched breast. I pulled her shirt off and then removed her. He inched himself in further with each thrust, slowly filling me up with his huge hard cock.After a few minutes, the initial pain subsided and I could start to feel my g-spot pulsing with pleasure from his throbbing cock. 'Yes,' I thought, 'this feels better than a finger, for sure.'Jeff began to fuck me faster, pushing my head down into the pillow as he powered his cock deeper into my ass, talking dirty as he pounded me hard from behind."You sexy bitch. That's it, take it! Take that cock, you. Under the body suit, he clearly had breast forms or something, because his bust was enormous. This is who I am. Ive always been afraid to let you know. James. You should have told me. I was afraid of what you would think. I love you no matter what. He came over and hugged me. It was strange to feel his enormous breasts pushing against mine, but it was one of the first times in our lives that I felt that honesty was flowing between us. So do you want to be a woman or do you just enjoy dressing.