"I'm... I look, Caerys, and I don't feel anything." So?" What?" So looking doesn't make you feel anything. So what?" I... I don't think... Women..." C...nfused jumbled thoughts spilled over as Sophie tried to put her feelings into words."Sophie, don't rush it." I'm not rushing, Caerys, there's nothing to rush. I think of you, and I... I admire you, I like you, I feel for you, we have a bond, but..." You look at me, and you don't think 'sex'." Oui, " she whispered, her head lowering, but Caerys. He turned over on his right side to get the rubber out, but he left it wrapped. He slid it under the pillow where he could reach it fast.“That’s something else we need,” he said, “another pillow. I keep saying I love you, but...”“Not often enough. Actually, I’m kind of glad you don’t have two pillows.” When his hand returned to her crotch, she spread her legs to permit it to go back to what it had been doing.“ ... But I keep being surprised by who you are. I mean...”“I’m still the feminine. I wash clothes downstairs, in the small laundry room.Usually, it's deserted.But not last Wednesday.I unlocked the door (they keep it locked so other folks don't do laundry or whatever in there) and stepped in.Jesus! This girl is bending over the washing machine, wearing the tiniest, sheerest panties I've ever seen. I could see her blonde pussy pressed up against them and make out every detail of her twat. Her ass was small and tight and her long, slender legs were girlish and marvelous.Then she. Bigger and bigger toys, more frequently and more pictures and videos.Then the next steps, now the sissy begged to cum, each idea was shared and the sissy would beg to do it, first the cum eating, oh how she learned to love the taste of her own cum. Then the p**s glass after glass, drinking on command the warm yellow nectar.The final step in the sluts transformation was accepting this meeting. He was amazed how little resistance was left, oh the plans he had.He continued to gently caress the.