She was waiting at the curb at passenger pick up when I finally came out of baggage claim.“Oh my God, Kevin! You look wonderful!” she yelled. She ...ooked wonderful too. At forty years old, she was the youngest of my mother’s sisters and probably the only family member that I was still on good terms with. She was perfectly middle aged, rocking the mom jeans and a vee neck shirt that perfectly showed off her c cup cleavage.She had shoulder length blonde hair and the most piercing yet kind blue. He can cum any second now - filling me up.I am about to cum just right there, just by the thought that he might do it too. Like a lightning strike in my head, riding down my spine, I orgasm, feeling the sensation tingling all over my spine and ending at my lower back. It was pretty quick like after one minute or so. I shiver on him,moving my hip a little while my penis pulsates and spurts cum all over his stomach. His penis now was in the right position, I could feel his glans pushing in exact. A prison turnout's psychological and personal appearance will largely determine the kind of woman he will be, during his incarceration. Some weak men, no matter how hard they try, are just too masculine in looks to really pull off being a sheplacement. But the deception must be maintained, to avoid the stigma of homosexuality; as long as the "he" is perceived as a "she," the man in the relationship will maintain respect. The turnout who is too masculine in looks will usually become some man's. “Smooth, like me, just as I like them” was whispered into my right ear. After a few minutes I was coming. I’d never had an orgasm like this. As I lay there, spent, I started to cry. After reassuring Lauren that it was tears of joy she relaxed. “Women know just where to touch, that’s what has me prefer a woman to a man”. I replied that she had sold me on women. We lay there for a while, not wanting to break the spell. But I had to go to the toilet. Her stroking me there really wasn’t helping….