All work and no play, the saying goes, I thought, as I clicked on my latest Heather video. I was just about to edge my cock a little bit when the text...notification chimed on my phone.Lunch? Heather texted.Sure. Where from? I replied, suddenly feeling hungry.Someplace I can drive through. I'm sweaty! LOLOK sweaty girl. Just get me whatever you're getting. I'm starving. I'll watch Tara so you can shower.So eager to get me undressed! HahahaWell I wasn't thinking like that. But I am now! Maybe I. She was almost catlike, the way she maneuvered her soaking pussy over his pulsing cock. Again she smiled and said, ‘Is this what you have been wanting to see?’ This time I was ready and said, ‘Yes, you naughty girl. Fuck him! Fuck him good!’ Then, looking her straight in the eye, I mouthed, ‘Make him fill your pussy with his hot come.’ Knowing that she had my enthusiastic approval, Tina turned her full attention to Frank’s cock. He gasped as she lowered herself onto it. I saw from the look on. I dunno, it just felt right. You are a beautiful girl; you know that, right?" On the outside I am. But with this down here, I will never be a real girl. Please, listen well as I have never told another guy about this before. From the moment I learned about what makes us women, I knew I was different. My first time with a guy was when I was fifteen years old. We were in the boys' room in our school gym. He was the captain of the football team and I was the head cheerleader. We were about to get. I groaned at the thought of that, but soon realised that this might be easier than the other things we had done so far. Oh, I couldn't decide if it was easier or harder as my mind raced from one to the other.It seemed that the girls who had a boyfriend had an advantage. They had a built-in guy for their first 'conquest.' What boyfriend would not do that for their girl? I laughed when I thought that many of them had probably wanted to have pictures and had been refused by the girls. Or not. But.