"What the fuck?" I ask as my hand quickly moves to her crotch before she can stop it.There under the silk of her slip and panties, I can feel a small ...ard cock and I leap from the bed as though I am shot."What the fuck are you?" I demand in an outraged voice as I put my sweatpants back on.For the first time since she arrived, she loses her smile and a look of sadness crossed her pretty face."I'm a transgendered person," she responds in a soft voice.I have never heard that term before and up. It wasn't long before they were happily chatting with her as if she were an old friend.When we'd finished the pizza, I thanked Mrs. Nguyen for her help, delivered the boys back to their mother's house, returned the truck, and drove my car back to my new digs. Utterly exhausted, I took a shower and hit the sack.When I awoke the next morning, sore all over from my lifting and toting, I heard silence. Gone were the sounds of a hundred doors slamming and heels clicking as my nearest neighbors began. Give me more. Ow, it hurts, fuck, it’s stretching me, oh fuck, that’s so big inside me, more! Fuck!”Finally it was as far as she could stand, about three inches still outside, and Marybeth held it still, then slowly slid the rest of the shaft from Sue, and I watched nine fat inches slipped out, almost completely out, and then she went back in, slowly, and repeated the process, complete full strokes, Sue sounding desperate as it went in, and plaintive when it came out. She increased the speed, a. I turned bright red. "Now do it!" she said, "but I'm warning you now, if you comein your pants you're going to be eating din-din out of that doggybowl bare assed naked for the rest of the week, and without usingyour hands. Why you'll look just like a little puppy." That thought really scared me, so I played with myself as shehad ordered, but although my hand was all over my cock and ballsthere wasn't much pleasure in it. When we got to the house, Joan took the packages and.