It seemed as if all the members of the cheerleading squad were licking her body at the same time.She had no time to search for the boys; she was float...ng on a sea of intense ecstasy, her cunt bubbling with orgasm after orgasm. She writhed and twisted and churned beneath the assault of all those mouths and lips and tongues and hands. When a wet tongue was pushed into her mouth, Denise sucked at it eagerly, her hands searching and finding tits and cunts and assholes.When a fuzzy wetness was. They're mostly submissive, sothey find a man or woman to guide them. A dom or a domme. Most transwomen aren't that way. It's just a stereotype of a trans, anexaggeration. Transvestism mixed in with submissiveness." Matty...are you a sissy?" No, Tonya. I never have been. I'm not a submissive. I'm just your oldaverage trans girl. At least, I used to be." Matty...do you dress anymore? I mean, in secret?" No, Tonya. I made a promise. And it hasn't been easy. The other day, Ihad a dress in my. He simply didn’t trust anyone but the absolute few.It was a new day on the Tyson. Ericson and Minerva were walking down the passageway. She seemed not only different because of her pregnancy but also the way she behaved. She reacted and displayed more emotion when she engaged with other people. She would always hold hands with Ericson as they toured the ship together. While Ericson didn’t tell everyone that he was the father, he knew that some probably figured it out. Companion bots were. She wore the floor-length eggplant gown with the lace overlay. Its scoop neck allowed just the tiniest view of the swell of her breasts. The dress clung tightly in all the right places and stopped near the ground, allowing only a glimpse of her silver open-toed heels.She wore a tear-shaped amethyst on a silver chain around her neck, with matching earrings dangling from her earlobes. She’d styled her hair so that a cascade of curls, held captive by an antique broach, danced playfully on her.