It was not that I minded cooking, or even that I minded her hangin' around; I just really needed Peter that day."I should make fuckin' peanut butter s...ndwiches," I muttered loud enough for him to hear.He got the message. "Be right back, babe." He kissed her forehead and followed me into the kitchen. "Do we have a problem?" Yeah!" I snapped back. "Is she ever going home?" Maybe not. So what?"My stress level was really pushed. I took a deep breath and flexed every muscle. It didn't actually relax. I had trouble breathing and I was afraid that the weight of her body could crack my ribs or even break my back. I had never felt that kind of pressure on my body before. And by the way she was breathing, I could tell that she was loving it. I don’t know how she did it, but she had removed my pants and my boxershort while staying on top of me. All the time while she was on top of me, she kept humping me. I felt her right hand slide passed my hips, straight to my cock. She grabbed it firmly and. Mark encouraged Barbara to attend the gala with him, going so far as to send her on a shopping trip to New York City with a couple of girlfriends to find a new gown. Barbara was reluctant at first, but the prospect of a shopping trip was appealing. After a weekend in the city, Barbara returned home excited about attending the gala."How was the trip?" asked Mark as Barbara walked into the house, arms full of packages."It was wonderful! And I found a great outfit for the ball. It's a designer. I never told any one before. Man that trans girl really fucked the shit out of me. I was already sore and she made it feel like I still had a cock in me. I hope I can have a go at the Lt. If not, at least I know I'm safe. I really thought I was being set up for an ass kicking. Now that I think of it he was shocked at how quick I switched to their slutty Latina. It was fun. I tell you what; I'm done with the trans girl. Not my thing. If I'm going to be with a girl it has to be a.