He continues to kiss my neck as he gently places his strong hands on my bottom. Wow! What's going on there? Oh, that's right. I have filled out quite ... bit since I have been on HRT. My hips and thighs have become very shapely and full as I can feel the extra 'padding' on my bottom. I am LOVING this!"Be careful," I whisper. "I just did my make-up."Oh, but who am I kidding. I am in pure ecstasy as he caresses my slim feminine waist and pulls me close to him. I can feel his bulging member pressing. I reached home. Sat for a while and messaged Reena.Me: Sorry to ask you wrong question or a very personal question.Reena: It’s okay. I understand.Me: Are you okayReena: Come down I am coming to pick you up. Don’t ask any questions. Just come down.Me: (shocked) Ok.I went down the building and there she was in 5 minutes. I sat in the car and she started to drive with complete silence. We drove to an isolated place. She stopped the car under a tree and turned the lights off. Only the dim light. I’m Lydia Patton, the reining queen of bitches. This is my narration as to what happened between Cotton and myself. As to the moniker, my neighbors would describe me as the queen of bitches because I portray the roll to perfection. Even my sorority sisters view me in the same light although they endure my quirky demands and irritable moods because they must. I have the money and reputation to influence what they say and control what they do. The reason I am well suited to the roll is that the. She kept asking about my family, where we lived, what my dad did and if my mother worked. She was especially interested in my ride, explaining she had a thing for muscle cars One thing led to another and after several drinks, she suggested we head back to her apartment. The night was looking up.We’d no sooner closed the apartment door when she was all over me. Clothes flew off all the way into the bedroom. The woman was a sexual dynamo and extremely flexible and multi-orgasmic to boot. We.