“It looks beautiful, you look beautiful,” I smiled.“Shall we continue? Maybe you need some more time with me wearing it to make a sound judgment...” she said.“Yes, that sounds like a good idea,” I stammered trying to hide the boner that was pushing out from my crouch.“How about clothes? Anyone on your list that would appreciate some clothing?” she asked as she began to walk past me. I swear she spent a few seconds gazing at the tent I was pitching in my pants.“Yea… what can you offer? I have a. It was wider than my husband's; I bought it last week, hoping the girth would help with my obsession. At the very least I hoped I could get an orgasm out of it. While I've cum with the – small quakes that just make life bearable – it never leaves me satisfied.Damn Mark Glassner, and damn the authorities for letting the monster roam free! Mark was in the news more and more. When I saw Carlos Gutierrez's damning report on Mark Glassner and police corruption Monday night, I had been furious,. The girl began to rock back and forth onto my cock, begging me to fuck her even harder. I pulled out completely and rubbed again the crack of her ass. She protested, but then my cock slid back deep inside of her warm wetness.She pulled back against me, getting a real deep penetration.I began fucking her hard, with long strokes, as I slapped her nice round exposed buttocks. I was excited, looking at her eyes through the wall mirror. The girl looked like a real street hooker impaled onto my huge. Something I had been wanting in between my legs ever since I wasa teenager in high school. I couldn't wait to be a woman. I went to bedon Sunday of that week full of excitement and happiness at what changeswould be in store for me in the upcoming days.The fourth week came by and it started with a bang. The wait was finallyover. I went to go to the bathroom on Monday morning and I was greetedwith my pussy for the first time. It was wonderful. Everything wasthere. A vagina, a labia, a vulva, and.