When I got home, Patrick was sitting on the grass, digging with a soup spoon. "Urms," he said."Right, worms," I responded to my budding invertebrate z...ologist."Go fish with gra'pa?" Not today." Ah, a sportsman! "Want to come in and clean up?" Sure." He got up and toddled/lurched into the house. I picked up the spoon and followed."What was he doing?" asked Weena. "He's filthy." Digging for worms with the spoon so he could go fishing with Rob." Ah. I suppose that demonstrates advanced learning,. Main bhi unke bedroom me pahuch gya aur direct bed pe aa gya.wo leti huyi thi aankhein band kar ke main bas jate hi lip to lip kiss karne laga pahle to wo shant rhi lekin 1 min bad wo bhi sahyog karne lagi is tarah hum 10-15 minutes tak lip kiss aur smooching karte rahe phir maine unke pure face ko kiss kiya aur unke ears ko bhi.Aur apne hatho se unke boops ko bhi sahlata rha phir maine unki chudidar aur salwar ko bhi hata diya ab wo keval white bra and black panty me thi kya ajeeb najara tha. I smile at the little tyke as I wrap my hand around hers and slide it up and down my shaft. She gets the idea after only a few seconds and I can remove my hand and watch her continue on her own.I then ask her in a soft and gentle voice for her to kiss the tip of my cock. As she does that I gently put my hand on the back of her head and pull her closer making her have to open her mouth. I take my other hand and remove her hand from my shaft as I slide her mouth back and forth on my cock. I tell. It was incredibly sexual, incredibly exciting — taking a young male and breaking him to the point he would accept feminization and even embrace his emasculation with the right training and conditioning. To watch him become weak and helpless, and then to watch him accept he was now she and would never be able to live like a man ever again. To enjoy the fear and shame in her face as the hormones began working and she began to develop small, sissy breasts as she became increasingly unable to.