Her knee brushed my testicles softly. I looked down to signify that I felt it."Oops, sorry." She whispered and shrugged."It's ok, kinda tickled." I wh...spered back with a smile. "Well, this won't." She responded mockingly and placed another waxing strip on my chest. Both girls began to massage the cool gel into my chest. Since they were both now sitting on a limb, as they rubbed the strip they also grinded their pelvis' against me ever-so-slightly. As much as I loved the feeling of both their. I was made like a boy but I felt like a girl -- felt that I should be agirl. I wanted to wear girls' clothes -- I tried to explain to my mommymy feelings. She told my daddy -- he spanked me again -- and again,trying to beat the girlishness out of me. Year after year I wrestledwith my confusion. Year after year I was beaten. I suffered with theconflict between my growing masculinity and my deep seated feelings thatI should have been a girl. My mother loved me, I think. My father hatedme,. .." Tasha bit her lip, rubbing her own clit over the flesh-colored rise between her legs. "It will... feel different... but still really, really... oh god this feels so good!" Mmmm!" Ashley turned her head for a kiss, and Tasha obliged. Tasha swore she could feel the electric pulse of their tongues touching down in her pussy, where the Sybian was roaring against her clit."Ohhhhh fuck!" Tasha cried, breaking the kiss and gasping against Ashley's neck. "My pussy feels soooo fucking good!" Mine. Beautiful, sexy, the morals of a whore, the body of a goddess, legs that any woman would happily die for, a figure that every woman envied and every man wanted to hold, but more important she was taken, she was supposedly unobtainable, combined they make up the ingredients of the biggest and best aphrodisiac known to mankind. But those who knew her knew her were well aware that she wasn’t unobtainable, in a relationship yes, taken yes, an easy bit on the side forbidden ride ….... yes!Jane was.