I wondered if he was thinking back to that too.Needless to say, my thoughts, our embracing in skimpy clothes and his manly scent, all combined to arou...e me and to cause something to stir between my legs. I had to put my hands on Dave’s shoulders and push him back, looking him up and down in an appreciative way: “You look in a very good shape, the gym is definitely doing wonders, I see.”“Thank you,” he said, “and yes, working out is helping me a lot; also at releasing some pressure.”I couldn’t. I did not recognize the owner, but he sounded like a black man.I could not quite put the pieces together. I was feeling hazy.I moaned again, louder… "Where am I?" But all I got in response was a soft laugh. I felt him lean over me and he tied another silky scrap of fabric around my lips."No more questions, babe..." Those oiled hands once again slid over my shoulders, pressing hard enough to make me moan again into the silky cloth.He left my back and I suddenly felt his hands on mi inner thighs.. .Back then I was just an ordinary teenage boy. Well, I guess I wasn'tcompletely ordinary. After all, who among us is? My flaw was my love ofall things TG. What's TG, you might ask. It's simple: TG stands fortransgender. On the internet, it's commonly known as "the process of aman becoming a woman, or vice versa." That's what I was into.Somewhere along the line, it almost became an obsession of mine. Iwanted nothing more than to be the first person ever to witness a TG, orto be TGed myself. I. ” So I did as I was told, they tasted tangy. “Faris was the last one to cum on my tits.” She giggled. Then she got the bottle and pour some of the content over her tits and pussy. “Now lick that off.” I hesitated, this was too much. “LICK IT OFF” she demanded. I did, sour and cold and the most unpleasant thing I’ve ever experienced. An hour must have passed. All the attention was on her, my erection had waned, and she lay on the bed in a dream. I had licked the mess off all of her, from her.