Kurz vor Sarahs Ausruf f?hlte ich einen kaum wahrnehmbarenPieks. Ich zog meine Hand wieder weg."Was habe ich denn falsch gemacht?" fragte ich verwirrt..."Falsch? Gar nichts! Du hast dir gerade eine Hormonspritze gegeben!!!" Was?!?! Ich habe nichts gesp?rt." Sch?n, dass du es so gut kannst. Aber dadruch hast du jetzt einePortion weibliche Hormone in dir." Au Schei?e! Was passiert nun? Muss ich ins Krankenhaus?" Da k?nnen sie auch nichts mehr machen. Drin ist drin. Und ich muss nunnoch eine Spritze. The woman at the coffee shop always gave me the freshest and biggest doughnuts and, best of all, she allowed me to run my naughty fingers up under her apron to investigate the fit of her undies underneath. Her name was Donna and she had a backside that was always jutting out like a black girl’s ass from Harlem. I felt reasonably certain she didn’t have any black blood in her, but it wouldn’t make any difference to me because her skin was so clean and soft that I would have licked and kissed her. His sexual desires never went unsatisfied, but he was still longing for something more. Little did he know that here was something waiting for him. it was by chance that he found himself in Chicago that summer. A friend had invited him to come visit for a few days. Though the windy city was a new experience for him, he still carried himself down the streets with the same confidence and self-assuredness he always had. One evening,while at one of the numerous bars in town, a stunning blonde made. At least he knew how to treat expensive clothes and I would not have to deal with wrinkles, my brain was telling me. I tried to pull the hood on but the latex was very tight and the hood kept sliding off. I noticed that the sissy was watching me just shaking his head. After the fourth try I looked at him in anger and said “just don’t stain there Help Me” I snapped. Once again without knowing what was coming I found myself on my back with him sitting on me again. “Mistress is waiting….and.