"Honey,for the next three days I'm going to teach you how to be a woman. You'regonna learn to dress, act, walk, and talk so perfectly that you'll beto...tally believable." Oh boy!" I gasped, then added a theatrical gulp and a pause. "Well, Ican handle most of that, I suppose. Except for one thing." What's that?" Well, the clothes are no big deal if you can get some that fit me. Buthow in the world will I ever look female. That would take some reallypainful major surgery on my body, and I'm not. He says "this cock is sooooo for you baby". "i know how white woman crave a big dick" "can't fool me", "I'm here to deliver!" as he rams her like an a****l.She grabs his balls and is massaging them in her palms. You can tell he likes this and he warns her that she should stop or it will make him cum and he doesn't want to yet even though he's been fucking her for a while. SHe ignores the request as he continues to pump her full of cock and almost milks them and pulls on them. He's got her legs. " Into the light stepped the priest who I had seen the last time I'd been here. He was a relatively unimposing looking man who appeared to be somewhere in his thirties with mouse brown hair and thin framed glasses. While he may not have been the most handsome of the three, he had a look about him that was quite warm and disarming. If it hadn't been for what I'd been told about 'endowment' I would have almost preferred to have had him last night instead of Father Andrew.He continued; "By my hand. She was carrying several pairs of khaki slacks over her arm. "It gets cold and muddy out there," she said, "and the wind is nobody's friend. We wear these when we're here." What about boots?" Sammi asked as the woman measured her inseam. "I brought some just like the instructions said." Let me see," the woman said. She nodded when Sammi pulled them from her suitcase. "Those should be fine." She looked at Annamarie. "How about you?" I didn't have any, and Mrs. Miller said they would be.