Then my wife tells me to walk over to her face, and she tells me look at his pants.he has a hard on.and I turn around and could see a huge bulge in fr...nt of his pants.My wife then asks this artist what is the best way to tease my clitoris now when I have this rings.please show me.he looks at me, So all I can say is show her.in just that moment she lay her hands over he’s bulge.I can’t do that he says.my wife replied it’s okay.so he pulls down he’s pants and out comes a long cock not thick cock. .. it won't even be a lie. At this point, you reallyare trans. Otherwise, you wouldn't want to grow your own breasts throughhormone therapy." True, I suppose." You'll need a physician who's an endocrinologist to administer andmonitor your hormone therapy, and then you'll be on your way. I'll makeall of the appointments for you, and go with you to all of them." Good. I'd be to scared going alone." Right, that's because you're a pussy."Again, we both laughed. She always knew what to say to keep. He wasn’t as thick as Bill; he had the ‘length’. While taking his time with me, he slowly prodded deeper and deeper. By the time he filled me with the first load of seed, I was taking almost all of that cock. We stared at each other intently as he filled his wiggling squealing slut while trying to get every inch of that cock buried in me. Bill didn’t even give me time to move. As soon as the guy pulled out, Bill mounted me then, gave me a new reason to squeal and thrash around while taking. “How is she hermaphrodite? How are you male?”“Enjoy your reward, Zianamilizzi,” said Kurtis.The naga slithered towards me. Her round breasts jiggled. The gold rings threaded through her nipples and clit gleamed in the light. Juices trickled out of the slit of her snatch and ran down her purple scales. She bit her lower lip.The naga reached me and grabbed my hermaphrodite-cock. She grabbed my dick and stroked up and down me. Pleasure shot down to my pussy. My cunt clenched as she worked her hand.