I hated having everyone calling me a boy when I *knew * I was a girl. It was hard trying to get people to listen to me but no adult will listen to a c...ild when they try to say something. They will always say, ?Oh, how cute!? and wander off. I eventually gave up trying to tell anyone. Years passed and things got harder to deal with. I kept my secret inside me and learned to live with it. Once I discovered that I could pretend to me a girl by dressing up as one, it became a regular hobby. She said that smooth bodies often enjoy their experiences at the club much more. At this point, I was game for whatever came next. With a quickness and precision I had never known before, the two women quickly massaged a numbing lotion onto my legs, underarms, and genitals. Before I knew what was happening exactly, I was completely soft, and smooth. My pussy had never been bare before, and I was impressed with the coolness and wetness that overcame me as I realized they had given me a full. You arch your back with pleasure and let out a groan. I pull my head back and let the tit fall from my mouth. I stand up and quickly drop my pants to the floor, then I pull yours off of your legs. I climb back over your body and give each tit a lick. Then I plant a string of kisses down your stomach to your panties. I bite the top of your panties and pull them down with my teeth. I brush my fingers lightly over your pussy. A shiver runs through your body. I slide my finger from the top to the. Nice red wine. The conversation had been lively and interesting. He had stolen several glances at Marianne, hopefully she hadn’t noticed. Her skirt had ridden a little high as they talked and when she gestured excitedly he could not resist looking into the shadows beneath. Hadn’t seen anything but God he had gotten a hard on and had to move quick to hide it. Marianne's top button on her blouse had come undone and he had not been able to resist trying to get a glimpse at her lovely breasts. What.