.. imperfect. I wanted to be able to take him in my hand and turnthat sissy boy, full of potential, and break him down and turn him intoa woman.Five m...inutes later I changed my mind completely. He came out the doorwith catwalk confidence, his makeup perfect, the T-girl dream. I tellyou, I wanted to pounce on him right there and then, take his stifflittle clit in my mouth and make him squirt his girly goo inside me. Iwanted to fuck him with a strap-on and make a real woman of him rightthere in. My whole body trembled with excitement as Anna slowly ran her fingers over my thigh. A whimper escaped my lips as I pleaded for more. She smiled then answered my plea's with her moist lips upon my neck. I gasped, arching my back, exposing my neck even more to her. "D-Don't...stop." My voice grew hoarse from the overwhelming pleasure that flowed through my veins like molten lava. Anna laughed softly as she watched my body writhe beneath her."What do you want, Beth?" Her voice resonated perfectly. I made some tea and cooked breakfast for Stephanie and I. When we finished, the three of us cleaned up and then the girls packed their things to head back to Milford. While Stephanie was packing, I sat on the bed talking to her.“I wish you would let me stay a few more days, big brother. I really want to see Jennifer,” she said.“I know, Squirt. But Jennifer and I need our time together, like you and I talked about.”“I know,” she sighed. “I guess if you two manage to work things out, it’ll all be. "You sure look uncomfortable in that suit," Sara said, having made fresh coffee and opened her pristine bottle of Remy Martin. "And that scarf looks expensive. You better take it off. Wouldn't want to spill brandy on it."Laura agreed and removed it, folding it carefully and placing it on a little mail table near the door so she wouldn't forget it. They talked for another hour or more, warmed and relaxed by the cognac and the coffee. Sara sat in a loveseat across from the sofa where Laura sat..