She looked in her pocket. There were five ones, and a dozen quarters. She pulled it all out. “Not enough,” she said. “I’ll get my purse, while...you’re gone, and have more for you.”“I’ll take the five ones,” he said.“Bobby,” she said. “It’s worth more than that.”“I didn’t have to spend much time doing any actual work. Most of it was letting the glue dry,” he said. “You’re a struggling waitress, and I don’t gouge pretty women, remember?” He grinned.When he brought her keys back, his smile made her. The spirit, the thought, the inner me is the same whether I'm a portly six foot male or a statuesque brown-haired girl. It doesn't matter whether I'm transformed.The outer shell doesn't matter.It's the inner transformation that counts.And I've fallen victim to an inner transformation... a poor one. I've allowed myself to become so caught up in my own misery that I've become blind to others', and self-centered, and indrawn.And that's going to stop.Now.Now.NOW!And with that, I felt a knot within. MY DRIVE HOME WAS CRAZY. I WAS OUT OF IT. ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT WAS TRYING MY NEW TOY OUT AND HOW HARD I WAS GOING TO CUM. I COULDN’T WAIT TO TEAR THE BOX OPEN AND PLUG MY MASSAGER IN AND GO TO TOWN ON MYSELF! I WAS SO TURNED ON KNOWING THAT THE 30 SOMETHING YEAR OLD CASHIER MAY BE THINKING ABOUT ME ABOUT TO MASTURBATE. I FINALLY GOT HOME TO MY SMALL APARTMENT AND I WAS READY. I LAYED DOWN ON THE KITCHEN FLOOR AND QUICKLY PULLED OUT THE MASSAGER. I PLUGED IT IN, TURNED IT ON TO THE LOW. Instead, the girl's sweet tasting cunt juice had filled Donna's mouth. Ever since that day Donna had initiated Amanda into several more lusty sex practices. Amanda's favorite was fist fucking because she was able to take Donna's entire hand into your gaping pussy, giving her a wild orgasm. In fact, the thing that Donna found most amazing about her little niece was how big the little girls cunt could stretch. Amanda had been able to handle Donna's largest sex toys, including one called the.