She sits upright again and begins a gentle bucking motion and she rubs her hands across her breasts."Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me hard," she begs.I place my...hands on her hips so as to hold her in place as I begin to thrush myself upwards. The feeling of her tight pussy around my cock and of her pantyhose rubbing against the sides of my legs fires me up and begin to move faster. Of all the sex I have had all over the country none of them could hold a candle to Wendy, she was the total package of looks. The first day she caught my eye was when she wore a green colored saree with a patch of yellow.Her blouse was a total sheer see through I could see her blue bra that was such an awesome combo.Her assets were carved much better even without a push-up bra.I always used to stare and give a smile whenever she looked at me. We never spoke a word our eyes did the talking.She walked down just before 2 stops of mine.Then one fine day she looked at me while moving out.I didn’t get that signal.This. All my cousins encouraged me to become a real girl. It would have beeneasy to say yes. But I resisted that temptation. What I wanted most was togo back to being a 16 year-old boy. And if I didn't become a girl, at leastthat wish would come true in 10 years.So I said I would think about it, and then headed over to a nearbyplayground with my cousins to play. We were only there a few minutes whenhalf a dozen boys walked onto the playground. "We have to leave," Mary spokeup."But we just got here,". Perhaps I should again try to 'trick' youinto reading it by adding new material that would spice it up. But, no, Iwouldn't do that with this one. What it says is really what happened andthat's it. I feel it is most important that we authors are comfortableposting what we write in spite of the reaction, or lack of it. At leastwe take the time to write and are not just lurkers like most who visithere.I've just re-read all of my stories and the reviews, something I haven'tdone in a long time. I do.