"This is goddamn bullshit," Aaron said through gritted teeth."Why would you think that?" Ami seemed hurt by the sentiment."Shit, why not? I'm supposed...to be Aaron, and I figured with all thatmagic shit, that I'd be me, not...not this shit!" When I became pregnant with you, I asked Father what would become ofyour birth," Ami tried to explain, "I, myself didn't know if I wouldgive birth to Aaron, or my own child. He told me that he didn't, andcan't determine who you'd be, and that it would be a. There I was, sitting cross-legged on my bed, proud as a peacock in my first apartment and trying to be an adult. The childishness of college had passed, and now that I was a grown woman, I could make my own decisions. I had moved out, gotten my own little place and secured a nice little job. Three big decisions that I had made in less than a week and all of them brought me massive quantities of happiness. So what was the fourth decision, and the one that impacted my entire life? Why, make an. Okay I knew he had an impressive cock and big balls that look like the shemales I admired so much, but he was my best mate nothing more. After that evening though I couldn't get it out of my head that my shemale fantasy was really a deep-seated fantasy for Tom. Now whenever I was gooning it was Tom's knees I was between, his massive cock I had in my mouth,his beautiful balls that I played with and his anus I tried to penetrate with my tongue. My perversion really was reaching new depths, or. We left our home and walked to our local pub which is not far away, I told my wife to go in first and text me if he was there, as I would wait outside, 2 minutes later she text me stating he was at the bar and had already made an approach, so I went home to get things ready, throughout the night my wife kept texting me with updates on how it was going saying she had been drinking wine and she was very very horny thinking about it.About 1 am in the morning I got a final text stating she was on.