He wondered if he wouldfeel guilty if he also watched normal porn just like the others but hecould never masturbate over normal porn, he needed a shem...le/transgenderperson to ejaculate. He would feel a great excitement at watching softshemale porn, reading tg fiction or even browsing profiles of varioustransgenders on facebook. Daily he used to search for news of people whohad sex change. It was an addiction and his common sense was switched offduring these hours.The porn session lasted till 2. This time, unlike an hour before, he slid between her legs and entered her body, still slick from the earlier abandon of lustful exuberance. She accepted his length, feeling every millimetre as his cock embedded itself inside her.Their first copulation had been a clothing ripping madness that had nothing to do with love and all to do with wild sex and instant physical attraction. In less than an hour of meeting, their bodies had melded in a frantic union of hands, tongues and wild abandon,. We were both sixteen, in fact. An afternoon in my bedroom after school, since my parents wouldn’t be home until much later. I remember we did enough to make sure the pieces of the puzzle fit together, but we were young enough and too ashamed to buy protection, so it was a quick in and out for just a minute or so, and then out for good, because we knew enough not to want any unexpected surprises nine months later. Then another girlfriend. I was nineteen, and she was eighteen, and it was the same. The group contained all types of people. Most people were dressed comfortably in jeans and loose shirts or tops. There were a few people wearing shorts, men mostly, but it wasn't brutally hot just yet. Of course, there was Jenna, in low-rider shorts cut-off so high that you could see the bottoms of her ass-cheeks handing out, and her shirt rolled up tightly and tied in a knot between her boobs. Oh man, he got a hard-on every time she crossed his field of view. He knew that most of the men.