And the government, in perhaps only the fourth wise move since its founding, provided medical benefits for any X-guy who wants surgery to complete the...change.Being a Y-guy isn't all it's cracked up to be. I'm always out of energy, even without working. Like so many other Y-guys, I live in a nice mansion - mine is in Beverly Hills - surrounded by hundreds of women. When I started my own harem, I stuck to the younger women, mostly brunettes and redheads. Let someone else have the blonds. And the. ..!" was all I could get out before a hard slap came across my face and my mouth filled with cock again.He gripped my head harder now, making his point as to who was in charge. He pushed his hard cock deep into my mouth, making me gag every now and again. I was way out of my depth here, and getting a bit worried but I didn't dare stop.Eventually he eased off a bit and stepped back from the seat a little, still keeping my mouth on his cock by gripping the hair at the back of my head. I had no. She hesitated at the bottom of the stairs. Could it have been her little brother? My heart sank into my stomach as my perfectly rehearsed idea of how this conversation would go seemed all wrong all of a sudden. “What’s the matter? Lose something?” I said, with a nervous smile. I could see she was weighing whether or not to ask me. “No,” she said. “What are you looking for?” “Nothing,” she said, then turned to go up the stairs. Suddenly she stopped and turned around, coming toward the couch.. She was on our bed on her hands and knees...well on her knees. Her beautiful round ass up in the air, her 36dd chest and face in our mattress. A really fit and ripped guy between her legs, gripping her hips, pulling her into him as he was fucking her deep from behind, not fast but steady deep strokes. Her moaning was so hot. Then he grabbed a hold of her ass cheeks and spread them and started to pick up the pace more. Her moaning increased. She picked yourself up on her hands, head still face.