I can seethat you have been telling me the truth and I know more memories aregoing to surface and I have to deal with them as they come. I knowBarbara...and the Nelsons love me, but I was unsure as to how much. Iknow now by what you have said that I haven't given them much creditfor knowing more than I wanted or realized how much they knew about me.The funny thing is that what I remember the most right now is how muchAngel had wanted to become a girl! I really hated being a boy back thenbecause. As Aurora lay there, confined to her leather restraints, her breathing deep and raspy, her nipples erect and her legs secured so she was totally exposed to me, my desire to quench her fire became an obsession. I would attempt quench this fervor, slowly, methodically and with such a passion that she would sometimes pass out momentarily. As I pulled my tongue from her vulva, my face glistening with her wetness, I slowly placed the rubbery head of a rubber cock against her. I heard her gasp as I. He fucked harder, desperately. All of a sudden – pulling away from him – she stopped, kissing the wet tip playfully. His heart was pounding, his thick shaft pulsing. He inhaled her scent, so close he could feel the heat of her flesh. She touched a swollen breast against his lips, the nipple teasing him – he lapped at it hungrily, and she leaned in closer, encouraging him to suck. She placed knees either side of his muscular thighs, and slowly began to lower herself until the head of his. The bruising was disappearing and swelling was almost gone. I returned to work and settled back into my life. About 6 months have gone by since I had my operation. I have a friend who is a gynecologist and I went to see her. I had her examine me and she said that if she didn’t know who I was there was no way she could tell I wasn’t a woman. She said my clitoris was functioning and when aroused was even on the large size. My inner lips were pouty and hung down some. She complimented my doctor.