’Geoff was now deep inside Tracey with his tongue as she lay spread wide. “Let me at your big fucking cock,” she said getting increasingly horny...They then moved into a sixty-nine position alongside us, with Tracey on top. She began working Geoff’s huge cock back to life, licking and spitting on his balls and shaft then slowly flicking her tongue over his cock head and opening up his eye, probing his pee slit.His wife loved watching him being worked over and was commenting on Tracey being ‘a. The other girls refused to acknowledge in any way that he was ever a guy, which seemed to make him angry. At lunch, he would try to talk with them about guy stuff like sports and cars, but they just ignored him and began talking about clothes, makeup, or cute guys. At first, Trent refused to join in the conversation, but it appeared that he was getting lonely, so he began joining in. I must say, it was very amusing when I first heard Trent talking to the girls about a makeup tip he had read. Both worked for a big delivery company. But it was more than that. Theylived and breathed their job. They had a display case of miniaturedelivery vans in the dining room. Even their bed was build like a van too.Amanda hated to admit it, but her parents were nerds. And not the kindthat was nowadays in style. They were lame. It was as simple as that."Mom. Dad," Amanda started as she could finally stop pacing through theroom. She took a deep breath. "I am transgender."Her father crooked the head. My pussy clenches as another orgasmic wave engulfs me. I'm breathless in its wake, burning up. I sense a change in him. His breathing tightens too. His fingernails dig into my bum and I know the signals mean only one thing.His hand once more snakes to my hair, gripping tight, spinning me away to face the uninspiring graffiti on the cubicle wall. "Gonna come in your slutty arse, Amy."His admission affords me a curious sense of authority. "Do it. Fill my dirty hole," I snarl.I crush my palm.