It is a tragedy in which the body, which is anatomically vulnerable to disease, and the reproductive function are combined.This is a fragmentary examp...e of how painful life as a woman is.Nevertheless, my desire to have a woman's body will be eternal.If I could live as a woman, I will take any pain sweetly.Psychologically, transgenders feel excitement and joy in imitation.In the first place, life as a woman is not their purpose.It means that most of them do.Very few men do surgery in the hope of. ..How did I get here?” I stammered. “Santa brought you,” Phil answered, sliding her soft hand across my chest, “You’re our Christmas present for being such good girls this year,” she giggled and kissed my cheek. “No really, how did I get here?” I looked Ashley in the eye. She nodded, “Santa really did bring you here, and Mrs. Claus asked us to take care of you.” I concluded this was the continuation of my crazy hallucination and I was still trapped in the truck slowly freezing to death. If this. I have to admit she was out of practice at sucking dick and while it was not terrible it was not that good either. After making her cum again I figured it was time to do what we were there for. I turned my self around and positioned myself in between her legs I thrusted forward but she was still too dry and unable to accept me. Seeing the problem she goes wait a second and pulled out a bottle of astroglide and moistened herself explaining at her age lube is usually needed. I positioned myself. ‘And the company wasn’t half bad.’ Sean was close but his expression was unreadable. ‘Not a bit,’ Ana added, buying more time. Her heart expanded as he leaned forward, his hand resting just below her right shoulder. Anticipation burned the air, the wait, intoxicating. ‘Goodnight, Ana.’ A kiss on her left cheek, soft as a whisper, soft as his voice. It only sharpened the sting of wanting and not having. He pulled away but the challenge in his eyes was clear. I’m here, take what you want..