My fingers touched her bare tummy just as she tried to bite me. My jeans are tight too and she couldn't get a purchase with just lips and teeth and he... teeth just slid along the cloth without hurting. However I noticed something I hadn't before. Touching her bare tummy had aroused me and my cock was growing as stiff as a broom handle. She couldn't see or feel it the way I was sitting but I sure could.With the top button undone I reached for the tag on her zipper, but paused. I put my hand flat. "The reason as to why I've beeneating so badly is because of these feelings. I hate my body and I hategrowing breasts and having periods! I want to have muscles and be stronglike all other guys!"I didn't really know what to say, I wasn't the least bit angry over whatmy child had just told me. I was scared. I had never had muchinvolvement with the LGBT-community, my younger brother was gay, butthat was it. "Aren't you angry?" my transgendered child asked me. "Ofcourse not! I want you to be happy. As I lay teared up my kitty began to get all warm and I got all wet inside it started to feel good! As it was still out of reach for my fingers I slept with it in my kitty that night moaning as I lay sleeping. The next day I had found it in my covers wet and I picked it up all sticky and icky. I whiffed it and thought it smelled good, I held my tongue out and licked it feeling the sticky stuff on my tongue I began to suck it and cleaned it off entirely. Giggling to myself I put it back in my. I did so, my legs now dangling in the water, my body stretched out on the natural couch. She stood over me, one leg on either side. The torch was planted in the soft soil next to the stream, and I had a perfect view of her succulent snatch. She squatted over my chest, pulling her lips apart, the dark tendrils of her bush curling around her fingers. The bright pink of her gash shone wetly in the flickering light. Hey, not to get off track here, but arent you Iranian? I asked, my eyes glued to.