Make me your slave.” “Alright,” I agree. “How about you be a good little slut and ride this dick for me.” She looks back at me over her shou...der and begs me, “Please, baby, let me ride you, I want to feel every ridge and vein of your huge cock." I slide out of her and lie down. She climbs up and straddles me, and her pussy is literally dripping onto me as she lines herself up. She lowers herself onto me with ease, taking me all the way to the hilt. She gasps and pauses for a moment, collecting. I told her she could see for herself because it was easy to tell my hard **** was trying to get out of my pants. Fifteen minutes later we walked in top my apartment. I fixed us some drinks and put on some music. We danced for a while; it gave me a chance to get my hands on her sexy *** as she ground her ***** against my now even harder ****. I unzipped her top and she let it slip to the floor and gave me my first look at her shemale breasts, they were small slightly more than an A cup but with. I had never even thought about being Joey’s girlfriend or even what Joey thought about me. At this point in my life, I was shaving my legs and my pits every two days or so, I was on my period regularly and I had A cup breasts that looked good and would soon become larger as I aged. As far as masturbation, I did do some exploring and I did masturbate on a nightly basis. Our house did not have locking doors so the usual routine was to pull down my pajamas under the covers and rub myself. The planned deceitdidn't sit well, but my body had become so clearly female from the waistdown I didn't see how I could avoid it."Completely."Her slight frown persisted, but there wasn't anything else she could do- within policy."Pippa, are you okay? Is somebody giving you grief?"Taking a moment to tuck the errant pen back into my tunic pocket, Itried to think of the right answer to the wrong question."I'm getting married." It came out flat, like, 'I've got cancer.'Flatter than it should when.