Always living alone, was afraid ofwomen and was thinking about committing suicide. However she did tell methat she saved all her money and took a trai...n to Mexico to have theoperation.'She was elated by the results. They had her on hormones, did somesurgery on her face to make her look more feminine. Then the surgeryitself to turn him into a her. Her voice was that of a woman's. She saidshe had more confidence than when she was a male.'She changed her name, lost ten pounds, the female hormones. We began to explore one another, and our loneliness was disappearing. I felt differently about Darla than any other woman that I had ever been with in my life. For me, she was a very special woman. Slowly and deliberately, my hands moved all over her body. She let out a faint whimper as my hands fondled her breasts and touched her nipples. "Oh, Greg, I love your touch, but this feels so wrong." "How can it be wrong between us?" I said. Suddenly, I felt her hand rub my fatigue pants and begin to. " But we don't want to..." Silence!" Marcelo snapped his fingers and Erica's complaints ceased. "That's better."He motioned the girls to stand in a line before him, the table stood between them, and with a clap of his hands, they duly obliged."Now girls; the titty-fuck is not something to fear. It is a thing of beauty, a wonderful, sensuous connection between man and tits." He walked over to Erica, "Now I can see why some of you may be embarrassed, nay even afraid of the concept. Take Erica. His instincts were good; his gentle kisses turned more fervent and he sank his tongue deep into my pussy. Little shockwaves churned deep in my stomach and I ran my fingers through his hair as my hips rose to meet his mouth. I needed his tongue in me, I fucking loved him, loved this so much. His mouth on me was even better than I’d imagined. My arousal rose quickly, my passion took over, and I urged his head up a little. “Yes, baby, lick my clit,” I moaned.I moaned even louder, losing my mind in.