S?, sono una donna in un corpo di uomo. Lo so, in diversi gradi dicoscienza, da quando avevo otto anni. Ma in quegli anni, n? il posto incui questa co...cienza si realizzava, n? il decennio, pur nella suaincredibile libert? sessuale pre-AIDS, mi permettevano anche solo diconcepire il pensiero di essere donna. C'erano i soliti coglionazzi -ecoglionazze cripto-fasciste e pseudo-cattoliche- che non perdevanol'occasione di fare battutine sceme e prendermi in giro quando qualchevolta le mie movenze. In this case, it was entirely me being pulled further onto his cock. My knees slid a few inches along the grassy ground as he took complete control over our mating. He was a massive b**st and it was never so obvious to me as it was then. His cock was long and large. He filled me like nothing has ever filled me before. When he pulled part of the way out to thrust back into me and begin the frantic fucking that was so canine, the deep penetration touched parts of me nothing, cock or toy of this. One – two – three, and you start, okay? And I'll be right there with you." Let's do it," I said. There was a flash in her eyes, then a smile, and she said "One..."And we made music together. I only wish that the notes flowed from my fingers as they did from her lips. Jo was perfect. Me? Not quite so. Still, we had fun."You need to learn to move on past one of those wrong notes, baby," she said. "That's one of the things you need to learn. You're a perfectionist. When you do a wrong note, you. You are slipping a finger between your lips. I see that it's damp.Apparently you notice that I have stopped speaking and you lower your eyes to meet mine. You smile again and dip your forefinger into your pussy. Your back arches. Slut. One would think you were all alone and not entertaining company this afternoon.You withdraw your hand and raise it to your mouth, opening your lips you slide your finger inside and suck it clean of your creamy juice, still looking across the short distance.