I will write a little about me because I was far from the girl you are about to read about and the images in my photo gallery on my profile will imply... I was a good girl until I started my relationship with Justin. I grew up in an upper-middle-class family, my mother is black and my father is white. I knew I was supposed to be a girl ever since I was young and with the great support of my parents, I was able to start transition when I was sixteen and have been on hormones for years. I live. If she had any problem she could call the security guard down below but, nothing ever happened, most every night was quiet and uneventful.She pulled her sweater closed again trying to keep warm, why the company left the air conditioner on full blast this time of year she had no idea. it was cold as a meat locker on the floor this time of night.Some nights there was an entire team of cleaning people that came to her floor at night and sometimes there was only 1 or 2 people. She hoped that they. Slowly, Paul dragged his finger back through Sheila's notch until he reached her portal. Then his middle finger probed the heat of her inner walls. She was wet. He knew she could be cock-pierced with comfort and speed. But a fine woman is like a fine wine. She is not to be gulped and hastily consumed. She is to be gently sipped and slowly savored.Paul unhooked Sheila's bra. "Raise your arms please." Sheila raised her arms. "Thank you." The bra came off over her head and was placed on a chair. This Sunday was different, the k**s were away at their cousins for the weekend and were not expected back until that evening. We had time to do as we pleased and I was going to take advantage of it. My wife always slept in a T shirt, never wearing panties to bed. I had been kissing the back of her neck and her shoulder as she was lying on her side, my hand was on her breast as I gently massaged it, teasing her nipple. She began to stir a bit, responding to my touch and my kisses. She sort.