I hold her open legs. My cock is around 8” and its size made her want to taste it and feel it in her.. Her pussy was burning of passion and was very...much wet….i start to give her small pushes softly rubbing the walls of her wetpussy while i wanted something more.. I put some more pressure..it was very wet but it wasnt going easily..she was moaning with pleasure…i felt a huge rush coming in her.. Something flowing out of her with great pleasure..she was feeling my cock.. I was enjoying her act. I was growing boobs for real. And I was dressed like a chick. And I was wearing makeup. And I had hair, which looked cute. And I had no body hair. And I had been dreaming I was a chick. And they were calling me Linda. Uh oh."So Linda, are you ready to go out with us?" asked Cate."I guess so. I feel funny," I said."You wear a bikini on the beach every day, so how hard can this be?" And you don't even look like Henry anymore. Nobody could tell that it's you. You really do look like a chick," said. Hugging her and comforting her gave me weird feelings, and sometimes I would have a huge erection that I hoped mom wouldn’t notice. I have always preferred older women, and mom was the only milf in sight.Sometimes, when jerking off, suddenly mom’s image would enter my mind and wouldn’t leave until I cummed. I would usually bath after mom, and I would have easy access to her used panties and bra that was lying about in the bathroom, and I would usually use that to fuel my fantasies. However, I. The clearing covered quite an area and included a lush but compact farm planted with all manner of vines and vegetables. There was an unpainted wooden barn but she could see no animals.Centered on one stone wall she found a large oaken door hinged in black iron, with a small shuttered viewport. She knocked but she may as well have spit for all the noise her knuckles made. She switched to a fist, pounding out a tattoo that resonated weakly in the interior.Nothing. A minute, two minutes passed.