She rested her head on his shoulder and let out a wonderful sigh. He raised his arm and cupped her tits gently squeezing and rolling her nipples, she ...as melting in his arms. I had the pleasure of seeing them do this a few times before. He lowered his hand to her shorts and began rubbing her, she was getting very wet. His hand went into her shorts and I could see he was putting a finger into her, she moaned again. As he went deeper she sighed again and told him "put two in". Her hand dropped to. Why did you choose to swap ifyou can't really?" I replied: "Did you get a choice? I didn't. I justwoke up as Frances yesterday morning with no warning at all. I amenjoying it, though. I'd always secretly wanted to be female. Beingyoung as well is a terrific bonus. How did he, sorry it, do it to you?" It was completely different for me. It told me that it wasn't reallyTom while we were making love. Awful really. Of course I (or you)freaked out. When it offered the swap, I at first accepted to. So I sort of freaked out (due to my lack of experience with women and the fact that I didn’t know what to do). I panicked and I froze like a deer in the headlights. So I told her I would go and change my pants and I went to head for my room. She was right behind me. I had no clue what to do, but I then and there dropped my drawers and proceeded to put a dry pair on. This really wasn’t what she had wanted so we resumed fooling around once I got my pants back on. We laid on my bed making out a. To begin with, he was my 7th grade teacher in school. As if that were not enough of a taboo, he was a black man. Truth be told, I was responsible for his interest in me. I had been flirting with him for months, I must have driven that poor man out of his mind (I would do things like sit in the front row with a short skirt on and no panties). So one day (probably after he got tired of his constant blue balls) he asked me if I wanted to stop teasing him and just let him fuck me. I KNEW that I.