“Come on,” he said, “you have totry them on.”These boots would go half way between my knee and pussy.I instantly knew what he ...ad in mind and I was beginningto breath faster. He’d seen a young sales clerk whomaybe 19 or so and super handsome, all tan and muscles.Brad told him I wanted to try on the boots they had inthe window. So the sales guy had me sit down and Bradtold him to measure my feet because we weren’t sureabout size.You could have knocked the sale. . as my husband often says jokingly to me that a big girl like me can only be properly satisfied by a big boy”“ So is your husband big” ?“ Sadly no” and after a pause she asked me “ how big are you”“ I don’t know, never measured it” ( I lied as I know my length)“ I say you fall within my husband’s definition of a big boy and lots more”“ how big is your husband” ?she ignored my question ,returned to kissing my erection , she withdrew both hands from my buttock , moved her face back few inches. Then he turned me around and pulled down my shorts along with my boxers. I was trying to cover my penis with my hands but he didnt care about it he cared about my ass. He squeezed my ass and gave a soft spank.Then he sat down on bed side and made me get on my knees. He grabbed my head and pushed it towards his cock. I thought i had to suck it again. I grabbed his soft cock and started licking it. I must have licked it for 10 mins then it started getting a bit hard. He made me take it inside my. Though I have not lived in this body from birth, I find myself able to recall details about the people around me when needed. I know who my friends are, the people I have less than stellar relationships with, etc. That’s very helpful. I had been wondering how I was going to explain being unable to remember who anyone is. It would be odd as my family has lived here for a few years now.There was one incident that had me blushing and furious at the same time. It involved a young male asshole who.