Taking the cue that her daughter was loving the experience, Sara reached forward to have her palm cupping the soft pussy lips of her daughter’s virg...n cunt.“That’s it baby, work yourself on my hand. Doesn’t that feel good baby girl on your wet little pussy?” Sara questioned raspily. The walls of her vagina were throbbing at an alarming rate, wanting to feel her daughter’s climax covering her hand. Her throat was dry as she maneuvered her fingers faster on Joy’s drenched clit, her daughter. She had a range within her collection: lacy ones; sexy silky ones; french knickers and a few thongs. Just the thought of that size fourteen milky round arse in one of those. I almost had semen dripping down my leg. With there being more black french knickers, I took a pair, and stuffed them into my pant pocket.I often thought about what her pussy looked like and now with her pants there, it was on my mind again. I couldn’t see her having a hairy bush and from when I saw her in her swimming. Carmelita and I got married soon whichwas easier since she was now genetically a female. We used the money shehad saved up for her sex change to put a down payment on a small townhouse. As the Internet flourished, I turned my talents to designing web pages andstarted my own business. I just landed a contract to be the chief web pagedesigner for the tourniquet industry. Carmelita got more involved in theInternet as well, serving as a consultant on alt.support.sexreassignnewsgroup. Then. Sometimes I wouldn't let her make me cum. If I felt like this could be done better, I waited. If she upset me during the day I would make her drive in the backseat while I drove. If she was in the passenger seat with me I would be too tempted to pull the car over and spank her on the spot. The relationship got more and more aggressive. We would, sometimes, talk about the nature of the relationship. But mostly we just picked up on each other and went with it. She became slow when I commanded.