As Melissa. I wasn't sure how to dealwith that, or with the fact that Melissa was now a man. Realizing thatthere was nothing that I really could do, I...figured that I'd just haveto deal with it one thing at a time. Fortunately I still loved Melissa,regardless of how she looked, just as I knew that she still loved me. Absently I ate the tuna sandwich that the owner had brought out to me,assuming that I was Melissa and giving me her usual. I hadn't botheredprotesting, and at least it wasn't bad.. .. errr anyone.. I..." I was so suprised and eroused by that very line I didn’t know how or what to say next."I loved the way you played with my feet while fucking me, I knew you was the one to fill me for the first time. I've wanted to feel it for so long, but no other guy made me want it so bad like you did that night. Everyone else is usually cumming before I want them to anyway." she said while her hand rubbed over my pants.I must admit seeing this young topless girl rubbing my crotch and. I find myself fantasising a little about her. She looks very cute. Her black hair hangs down over her face, trying to create a veil or curtain to keep the world out, but I can see the freckles on her nose and cheeks against her pale, alabaster skin.The regulation white school blouse is untucked, hanging outside her green pleated skirt. There’s not much of a swell to her chest, though the outline of a lacy bra strap was just visible through the thin material. Probably an a-cup I think,. It was over and as Emiko got up on her knee crying openly before screaming and slamming her fist into the mat. Her opponent looked on in shock. Matt usually saw a different side to his previous opponents. Most would leave the dojo and not speak a word or even throw their crest at him almost as if they were cheated. This woman wore a different look, a look of one that thought she could have still won. She had a look that said she wanted to continue. As Matt looked on while the sensei approached.