. when you’re a kid, the places are pretty limited,” I said. “So you did what you could within those confines. There was some playing around in ...ehicles.”“But no one has gone down on you while you drove?” she asked.“No,” I said.“I will,” Liz promised. I had no doubt she intended to fulfill that statement.“And then we’ll crash into a guardrail at 80 miles an hour and you’ll bite my thingy off,” I said, laughing. “I tend to lose concentration when you’re doing that.”“I suck a mean dick,” Liz. We were in a dragging English class. Annabelle was sat four or five diagonal places away from me in the classroom. I was what everyone called a ‘goody two shoes’, so I sat down sensibly and began my essay. As I looked up to gaze around the classroom, I caught Annabelle’s eye glaring at me. At first I thought she was looking at someone behind me, so I looked around, looked back at her and she shook her head. Afterwards, she slowly resumed her work. I couldn’t help myself noticing her perfect. Things hadn't happened quite the way they did in my dream in real lifeof course. All those incidents had been merged into one day in my dreamand my mind was rewriting what had actually happened.I was sure of my identity now. None of this heterosexual Christianrubbish. I knew how to pleasure a man and I knew how to corrupt him. Ihad met and become the transvestite alter ego I had feared but perhapseven then subconsciously knew I was.I went over to my boyfriend and gently applied lipstick,. After that huge cum explosion, it was a challenge to see if I could get him off again.I applied all of my tricks. Licking and sucking every square inch of that monster cock. As well as his balls. I even inserted my tongue into his anus, which he loved. Finally, I could sense his orgasm coming again and I tried to get as much of his cock as possible down my throat. I doubt if even half of it was in there but as my head furiously bobbed up and down I felt a hot jet of cum hit the back of my.