"Terry, get Roger a drink while I change into something more comfy." Clarissa, Roger is YOUR guest, not mine. You want him to have a drink, you fix an... serve it." Sorry Roger, but I'm not really into this game Clarissa is trying to play." Hey, I'm not going to get into the middle of this. You guys have to work out your own rules of what is OK and what is not. I'm guessing that Clarissa hasn't really formulated her expectations regarding how you should behave when she entertains here and you're. See, the truth is, I'm not transgender.I never wanted to be a woman. Never wanted this transition.It was forced upon me by a very evil man, and he used my love for you twoas the leverage needed to compel me to do this.He showed me the place you would be taken to if I didn't comply - ahorror where both of you would have been reduced to slavery and used forsex. Yes, both of you. Boy or girl it would have been the same fate.So I surrendered, and transitioned as he demanded.I think he intended to. It was a view he tried quickly to ingrain in his mind, though, as it quickly vanished from sight with her movement towards and onto him. Michael wasn't complaining; even if he would've been able to mutter anything remotely coherent given that his senses were overwhelmed by the quickly emerging fact that this beautiful naked crotch was about to be touching his naked lap - which could likely only mean one logical thing - he was about to FUCK this amazing young temptress.. I lift my left leg, curling it around the back of his shaking legs, allowing that denim-covered spear to penetrate even deeper into the super- heated tunnel of my womanhood.All these different gentle and rough touches excite my rising passion even more, causing me to feverously hump back harder and harder as if my young body is demonically possessed. My hot- pink lace bikini panties, now so sopping wet, allow my blond curly pubic hairs to peek out both sides for all to see as those no longer.