My pussy grew juicier and juicier. My toes curled. My heart pounded in my chest as we kept walking. I slipped my phone in my pocket then reveled in th... feel of her against me. Our jean-clad thighs whisked by each other. We didn't talk as we walked like this. I didn't know what to say. My mouth felt dry. It was like I was walking with a cute boy and not wanting to mess things up. I didn't want to say the wrong thing. My stomach writhed with nerves while my pussy burned.She smelled so good. There. I couldn't ask permission to take one at this point, so I just asked for my skirt. My phone was in the pocket."Hey, Sopulu," Tope yelled. "Come here and give me that skirt there."Someone gathered up my skirt, and Tope said to him, "She wants a picture of us. Get her phone - in the pocket." He kept pumping into me the whole time.We fucked while Sopulu took a picture, and another. Then Tope said, "Wait a second. Let's give her a better picture."I didn't know what he meant, but I soon found out.. The choice ofdate was very symbolic. After so many years in a body that did not reflectmy true essence, I was finally spreading my wings and flying free. I hadalready taken an antiandrogenic drug for the past three months, now a smalltablet was being tasked with working a wonderful magic on me. I took thepill in the morning, then spent the rest of the day savouring my secondbirth. As the hours passed, and I lay in bed sheltering my pale skin fromthe scorching sun (it was a sweltering day in. The feeling of his cock and balls being cradled in this silken cocoon was beyond description, but it wasn't enough. He recalled silently creeping back downstairs in the dead of night and removing a pair of black pantyhose from the line and hurrying back upstairs. Once in his room he slowly slid them on over the borrowed panties. The sensation of his legs being encased in the black filmy material had him as hard as a rock. He stood in front of his mirror and ran his hands all over his legs and.