I refused her help but I knew that she was keeping an eye on me.Tina had just turned sixteen years old. She was cute as hell but as I said earlier, sh... was pretty chunky, fat might be a better word. She was taller and much heavier than any of her friends.Finally Tina asked, “Will you teach me how to dance Mr. B.?”I replied, “Sure thing Tina. When would you like to start?”She smiled at me, fidgeted in her seat, and said, “How about now?”So I got up and led her into the house. My wife and I had. She was a virgin in SO many ways! Then all the women sanitary items, etc. Then we went for the bikinis and she almost lost it. I sent her in to try on various ones and she almost couldn’t open the door far enough for us to check the look and fit. She finally, finally selected one. Then I grabbed several containers of sunscreen. I told her she had skin as white as a nun. If she was going to be with us, she would be outside and she needed to protect herself from burning.Then the mall. She said. She gasped but was quickly silenced as I pressed my pussy juice soaked lips to hers and began a sloppy wet french kiss that was so typical of us when we'd fuck. This time was different for her as she probably wasn't expecting to be overwhelmed with her own juices. She was certainly startled but was in no way able to do anything to get away from it. Instead, she accepted my tongue invasion and soon started eagerly frenching me back.After some good deep strokes inside her, pumping my cock deep. .. Shemale...**I didn't want to transition, I didn't want to become feminine, but whatchoice did I have?* * *Epilogue: Two Years LaterI am seated behind my little desk in the reception area at Annika'sHealth and Beauty Salon where I am the Chief Receptionist. I amdressed in a tight white satin blouse, which emphasises my expertlyenhanced double 'D' breasts, and a short black skirt that reveals mostof my long, shapely and toned legs. Strangely I am proud of.