“Okay mom,” I replied. Ten minutes until I could satisfy my stomach, I couldn’t wait that long with the amazing sight I was seeing on screen. Re...uctantly, I began flicking through the channels once again. More cartoons and talk shows flashed up on screen with the occasional news station. With one final click on the remote, I wound up on an adult channel. My eyes widened as porn began to blast out of my TV. I immediately muted the audio as I watched two hot blonde chicks sucking a cock. Life was certainly a struggle, I thought. On a daily basis, I fought a mental battle over my sexual identity with no clear winner.Fortunately, cross-dressing and surfing transgendered sites on the Internet gave some relief. Obviously, I was not alone. As a matter of fact, it was through the Internet that I had come to be such a skilled and accomplished cross dresser. I had found a transformation salon in the city that catered exclusively to people like me. The only problem was that it was. When I was off the bed and I went outside into his small patio where he had a sofa bed on the patio. After I laid on the sofa bed for a few minutes I heard Peter coming out and walk toward me. He started touching me all over my body and kissing me again. He put his finger to my asshole stretching the virgin hole. Then he flipped me over ass up and was getting ready to fuck me when my friend Carl came out and caught us. Carl asked, "What the hell are you guys doing?"I was so embarrassed that I. By comparison mind, in the wider world she was a 6.5 out of 10 for looks with breasts saggy beyond their years. But at his place of work she was a 'stunna', a word he picked up from his tabloid jargon class at college. After a hard day writing about court cases and retirement bashes he would rush home to his grotty little bedsit. As soon as he shut his door behind him he'd whip out his tiny cock and bash one out to Amber. Two minutes later he was curled up on his sofa bed crying. This was a.