We made our way down Eighty-fourth Street under the harsh orange glare of sodium arc streetlamps. Where did she live? Some town on the Island. Long Is...and. Where the rich folks lived. What the hell had I gotten myself into?She wasn't a bad looking broad, maybe on the wrong side of forty by a couple of years and a bit the worse for wear... but pretty classy for all that. Tight-fitting slacks and sweater top. That view from behind had attracted me like a magnet. Dammit, that's why I had asked her. "Good God Al..." I began; then stopped for Aouda had pulled herself closer to my mid-section and lowered her mouth engulfing the head of my wildly throbbing prick with her mouth and tongue.Aouda began to hum as she sucked. Some days later she would reveal to me that as she hummed, she was reflecting on the variances in size between that Passepartout and myself with regard to our respective shafts. She was laughing throughout her description, but suffice to say, she found Passepartout slightly. ........ ssssssss................... oooohhhhh ....................aaaaaaaahhh.”I wanted to have even more intimate sex with her, so I dipped my cock fully into her pussy locking my waist against her waist and slowly lowered my body and lied over her body taking my hands off her soft boobs, slowly swiping it over her rough underarms, pushing my arms underneath her and hugged her tightly.Fathima Ma’m also hugged me tight with her broad and fleshy arms rubbing my back sensually with her soft. It is drawing your life from you and it grows bigger and bigger between your legs as it absorbs every once of your will to resist."Do you feel it happening?" I ask. “Do you feel my cock changing you?”By now your little cock is just a nub and you are overcome with the strange sensation of a vagina opening up where your balls used to be "Oh God…” you gasp. "What are you doing to me?" What do you think? Isn't it obvious? I’m making your dreams cum true. I'm turning you into a girl.”"No please,.