His hand slips into my panties and pauses at my thin downy pubic hair. He twirls his fingers through my hairs and pulls slightly. Not to hurt me, but ...nly playing. His hand explores my furry pubic mound and every once in a while he pulls a single hair. He is taking his time and enjoying toying with me. PLEASE dont touch me there……Its ok to touch my breasts if you just wont touch me down there……You can do anything you want with my breasts.. ….Just PLEASE, PLEASE dont touch me below the waist. I. I knew he was still wearing his socks, I could feel them when he got off the bed to throw his clothes out and grab something. His dick was now wet and I could feel it brushing in between my thighs. There was a liquid-gel type substance on it, but it made my skin tingle when it came into contact, even more than peppermint or spearmint. He put a decent amount on my nipples and clit also, making them tingle. I was begging for him to play with them again to ease the tingling even though it felt. Shaking my hair I walked intothe bathroom just behind her and looked in the mirror."How long?" she asked looking at my reflection."What?" I asked, still afraid of the impending collision."How long have you been taking hormones?"...Crash... I blushed andreplied "Nine months and two weeks." What's your intention?" she asked pointedly. "Were you going to cutyour balls off without letting me know? Turn that penis into a fauxvagina? Didn't you think I would notice?"I was stunned. We were ten years. In no time we’d worked ourselves into a fever pitch. She pulled away from me and sat up to pull the T-shirt over her head. I took that opportunity to shed my boxers. Now it was skin to skin, my dick and her ass grinding together.Finally, she looked over her shoulder and whispered. “Bobby, can I do it again, the thing with my mouth?”“Oh hell, yeah! But why don’t you let me do it to you first.”“Would you? Would you really do that?”Instead of answering her question, I sat up, rolled her onto her.