'There,' I said, finishing, feeling the warmthof her leg against mine. Sophialooked at me guiltily and I saw her long throat and décolletage wasflus...ed. 'Merci, Mademoiselle,' she said in a husky voice. Thesun was hot the next day and a ship from the Kingdom of Sardinia had mooredoff the island, the sailors buying provisions and visiting the whorehousenear the wharf. I had played pianoforte in the brothel a few times. It paidextremely well and I always played a rousing march to match the pace. His fingers in my hair pushed my head back, opening my throat some and then the head of his cock popped into my throat. I moaned, he moaned. Now each stroke in and out was pushing into my throat. I ran my tongue out further, making more room, helping to open me up for this invasion. Each time swallowing as the head hit my throat and pushed past. My nose was getting closer to his pubic hair as I sucked, licked, as gasped for air, breathing when I could.The first guy moved in closer to us from. Jeffrey offered to help me shave. But i don't trust a man to do such delicate work. Still, i gathered up some of my cut pubs and packaged them in a little plastic bag for him to take home as a keepsake. Then i spread my legs and asked Jeffrey to pee on my pussy and wash all the loose hair away. He aimed his penis just like he was standing over a toilet and hit my clit and everywhere around it with his hot piss. Then i told Jeffrey that it was time to fuck.Jeffrey lifted me over his shoulder and. "It'sodd, Mother, that I feel so much more natural as a girl. I like thefeeling of my dress and the breeze blowing the material. I like the ideathat I'm wearing lingerie and that I notice boys looking at me. And Iespecially like the idea that I don't have to hide this from youanymore."We purchased ice cream cones and left the store, walking toward thecenter of town to do some window shopping. I never walked this way withmy dad, eating an ice cream cone and talking. He was always too busy.