.." Brother Bob," I said. "My papers say I am eighteen. You taught me well. I know right and wrong. I know about things that are holy and sacred and I...know that marriage is one of those. I have talked with Dave about these things. We wish for you to marry us." Carlita, you do not need to be some man's toy. If you come here, I will see that you have a place to stay and perhaps a job." Brother Bob, I love you. You have been like my father for many years. You have made Carlita who she is. But I. I just don’t know why all other girls see me and are reminded of that Bimbo Hobbit guy.But at least I know that I’m super-hot! Everybody thinks that I work for the top modeling agency in the nation. They look at me and say, “You are, like, oh my God, a Valley Girl.”I mean like wow! Everyone that sees me is just so blown away by how sexy I am that they automatically think that I work for the Valley Girl Modeling Agency. I’m honest with them, though. I thank them for the compliment but tell them. I rubbed it between two fingers and twisted and pulled it. She must have liked my touch as she reached around and untied the halter and let it fall to the lawn. She grabbed my hand and led me over to the shade under the tree and we laid down on the grass. I started sucking a nipple and rolling my tongue over it as she jacked my cock. She was good at jacking a cock too. She then pulled my shorts all the way off watching my cock spring to life. It was so hard and sticking straight in the air. She. And she looked at me waiting for my reaction. I smiled, I told her that she was beautiful and that she also had other experiences with trans women. Angela regained her smile. We arrived at her house. I kissed your lips. She got off. She took a few steps, looked back and asked if I wanted to go. I told her yes! I entered her house. She sat me in an armchair and left for moments. Then she came back, brought two glasses and a bottle of champagne. We talked, I drink and in a moment Angela brought.