Shit, where did he go? I ran back to where he was before. Gone. I looked around but couldn’t spot him anywhere. I felt a little scared because I was...’t used to being alone. Was he looking for me? Was he worried or just pissed? I started to wander further into the store, hoping to find him. Suddenly, I felt a tug on my hair. “You running away from me?” Daddy asked. “NO! I’m so happy to see you!" I threw my arms around his neck, both relieved and excited to see him. He coldly grabbed my arms and. "All right, honey," she said in a fierce tone, almost hissing, "you want to be a motherfucker--Damn it, you're going to be a motherfucker!"She moved one hand to her mound and fingered her cunt for a moment. Then she held the lips open as she lowered her crotch toward my cock. She guided my hard rod between the puffy lips of her pussy and rubbed it several times, using me almost like a dildo to pleasure her clit. Then she slowly sank down upon me, and I watched her cunt swallow up my big prick. IRL, I love being friends with larger women and love socializing withthem. Most large women I meet seem to know that many men find thembeautiful. I am not confident enough or man enough to ask them out or tryto develop a sexual relationship with them, but I love just being aroundthem.What really excites my soul is the thought of becoming a transgenderfeedee. I know if I were to begin hormone therapy and began feeding, Iwould store fat in a female manner. My arms and thighs would fill out.. Absolutely. I'm as serious as serious can be," she said.I took off my shirt."Nice. I like that," she said. Bridget walked up to me and ran her fingers through the hair on my chest. I could not fucking stop staring at her body.I unbuttoned my jeans and I unzipped them. She said nothing. She walked up to me, and pulled them down.I stood in front of this hot as fuck girl in my boxer shorts and no shirt on. She stood there staring at me."Damn. You're in good shape for a dude your age. I think you.