As she sighed she had her hand on my crotch rubbing my already solid erection, she said "I haven't got long", I pulled up her skirt and sat her on the...edge of the table, parting her thighs I ran my fingers up her legs and onto the front of her panties, rubbing up and down her slit she gasped and groaned. Bending down and getting on my knees I ran my tongue up her thigh and straight onto her warm shaven pussy.Her G string panties held nothing back as I licked her to a quick climax as her juices. It was like I wasn’t even there. It was more like she was just using my body. My car was actually moving back and forth. She was moaning so loud that I became nervous again that someone was going to hear. It was really wild, but I know that she enjoyed it more than I did.” Alec knew that it was never a good idea to tell one woman about having sex with another woman, but he just had a feeling that Amy wanted to hear what he was saying. As she had been talking Alec had refilled their wine glasses. .." Let me at least start the game, Coach, and if I'm having trouble, you can take me out. But I think I'm almost ready now, and I know I'll be ready by game day."He sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose, his glasses dangling from his little finger. "That's very optimistic, Sean, and I should tell you, I've been getting some telephone calls these past few weeks. There are a lot of scouts who want to watch you play. I've been trying to put them off, but it's getting harder to make them. No longer was there anything bulging out.Instead, she could just faintly make out the shape of a cameltoe, theshape of that most feminine body part of all. Her pussy.You see, Paula hadn't always had a pussy. Paula had been born Paul. Shehad been changed into Paula by what was, for her, a piece of accidentalbut wonderful magic.Around this time last year, in the lead-up to Christmas, 12 year old Paulhad decided he wanted, more than anything else, a pussy for Christmas.What Paul hadn't realised.