After four months, my womb had released itsvortex of motherly energy into the universe, and the wonderful sensationof life growing inside of me had gi...en way to the unimaginable feeling offeeding a new life. As a transsexual woman, I felt luckiest to be able toexperience, on many levels, the same joys of womanhood a genetic woman canafford. Lactation was pushing me beyond all possible boundaries. In fact,the onset was quite shocking to both Mustapha and me and found us notknowing quite how to. FUUCCCKKKK!!!!! I moaned at the top of my lungs as my pussy came to life. I could feel it tighten around my lovers tongue as it darted in and out of me. A split second later, I started to squirt. Actually, squirting was an understatement, because my hot juices literally flew in all directions. I felt it rain down upon my naked body as my lovers tongue wiggled around within me. My moans echoed throughout the living room for what felt like an eternity before the final wave finally oozed out of. He was powerless to prevent an erection. She seemed to take particular delight in knowing she aroused him easily. ‘How would you like to be married today?’ ‘Wow,’ he said looking at Alexis, seeing her smile when she came to stand beside him, taking his hand. ‘Do you want to do it today,’ Alexis asked, overhearing Anastasia’s suggestion. ‘Well — maybe tomorrow. I know I’d like to sleep with you tonight. Could we sleep together and get married tomorrow?’ His human innocence resurfaced. It was. When I'm around my master, though, I've always got a part of my mind and my body focused on him. I do it without conscious thought.One, I am my master's pet and it's my duty to anticipate his needs, to be ready to jump at a mere look from him. Two, I'm always ready to have sex, and he is sex. Sex is almost always simmering in the back of my mind, affecting everything I say and do.At this point in time, I was wriggling my ass in my chair every other moment. I do it when I get excited. I do it.