" Yes, until I became a sissy. Now I'm so much a female now, the wordtranny hardly applies."Jasmine looked me up and down critically."Well ain't that... the truth but you've still got what it takes."I smiled a little self-consciously as Jasmine patted the lap of mymicro-skirt. With that Shirley, who'd commandeered the front seat ofthe cab, gave a squeak of disbelief."Crikey, does your auntie live in a gated community or something?"Simone and I exchanged self conscious smiles as I. You may repost or store this story on your website as long as the work is not altered or charged for. As always, this is an adult story and it should not be read if you are under the age of eighteen. DNA: Time On His Hands by Stephanie Jay Larick was mind-numbingly bored. He hated being stuck in such a hot and humid room. He had been forced to go there for weeks and no-one there had said anything even remotely interesting. The fact that he was there to be sentenced for escaping from. I went into the nearest one and began pissing. Then I heard a voice say, "Hey! Let me in. I've gotta go too!" I knew it was him so I unlatched the door and he came in and closed it again. It was crowded in there and he quickly unzipped his pants and took out his cock. Wow! I had never seen one as big as his. Whew! Just looking down at it made my own cock get hard. He saw mine and smiled. "Feels good doesn't it?" I nodded. He finished pissing and turned toward me and then, suddenly, he pulled me. My cock, still bound to his by the leather leash, wept copiously as my wife instructed me to release my end and present it to her. Relinquishing control over our guest was somewhat difficult, but I had to admit that my straining tool was glad to breathe freely again.Carefully unwrapping my package, I handed the lead over to her, and she promptly released the tension, allowing the gentleman’s bent tusk to spring forward, slamming against his abdomen with a loud SLAP. Still hard and angry, it.