"Tell me you want me," she whispered in my ear."I want you," I told her."Tell me you'll always want me." Always," I said truthfully.I would always des...re the woman in the dark.I felt something pressing against the head of my sheathed cock.It pressed harder and harder.For a moment I thought she had the wrong place.Iopened my mouth to say something, and then I slid inside.She gasped, and I felt her breath mix with mine."My god," she said aloud.After a pause she added: "Yours is the first cock. From there I went to see a woman about a beard. It didn'thurt that much, so I stayed for a double session. When she was done..."Let your beard grow out a bit next time hon, it goes much faster, andmaybe, if we're lucky, you can be done in ten or so sessions, okay?"I did not want to be a girl, but I certainly did not want to be seen asless than one either, by anyone, which made for some interestingdiscussions with myself; that's why I also found myself at a charmschool, trying to explain why I. When she pulled him away from her pussy he felt a momentary sense of loss and desperation to be back between her legs and giving her pleasure. “On the floor. On your back,” April commanded and without hesitation Pete obeyed. She stood over him as Pete looked up, offering an irresistible view of the smooth pussy he’d so eagerly licked. “Do you want to taste me?” she asked, looking down at her submissive. “Yes. Please let me taste you. Please let me taste your pussy, Miss April,” he begged, now. "May I kiss you on the cheek?" I nodded.Babs' cameraman recorded everything. Babs thought she would have a heart-warming scene to show on her next broadcast. Instead she got a snippet of video where a young girl kissed me hard on the mouth. Then that young girl grinned as she drew back, turned to the camera and said in a loud voice, "All right Betty Conner, let's see you do something better." She stuck her nose in the air and walked out of the room. Her father looked after his daughter not.