”Jayne looked at Steve and gave him a smile. He felt uncomfortable because he knew that look on her face only too well. When she wanted something, s...e could be very persuasive in getting her own way. But before either of them could speak Tom and Sandra suddenly appeared at the table with a large photo album. “Hi Guy’s,” Sandra said. “These are our wedding pics. Take a look and pass it on to the next table.”Nancy took the album from her and laid it down in front of her and Bill and began to. She struggled and fought so hard in the end a large black guy punched her in the stomach taking all the wind from her lungs.He stood in the shadows as the six enlisted men took their pleasure from her naked body.She lay there still spread on the small bed."You fought very well but in the end they would have killed you," he said in a fatherly voice. "Here give me your hand."With a groan she got off the bed and with his help she made it to the bathroom. The hot water felt soothing on her body and. She yelped loudly and grabbed at his arms, holding on to his body so she wouldn’t fall, but Mike had quite a good grip on Sophie and he used his arms to hold both of her legs back whilst reaching around with a free hand to rub and toy with her clit again, making her react perfectly, her hips grinding back against his abdomen as he strained another orgasm out of her, leaving her breathlessly with a loss for language, unable to vocally express the pleasure she was feeling. He knew she was close. I guess this explains why I have been attracted to transsexuals since my early twenties, tits and a cock, how can you go wrong? But I get ahead of myself, as it is so easy to do in an autobiography, how do you paint the picture of a life in a few brief images? When I was a young adult I attended a science fiction/fantasy convention by myself, yes I was definitely a bookworm and a geek. As I wandered among the tables of books and artwork and crafts I found myself talking to another fan. Jeff was.