.Afterwards I probed her with a few questions."so you've done that before?" I asked."ummmm... yeah. Is that a bad thing?" she replied."No, I don't car...e. Would you like to tell me what happened?" I asked, secretly aroused be her past experiences."He wasn't nice like you" she said, looking around nervously."What do you mean 'wasn't nice'?" I said as I imagined what that could possibly mean."He wasn't gentle like you, he was very aggressive" she explained.I could sense she was ashamed, maybe even. We were out of town by then. I pulled over into a lay-by. As the van stopped I heard Harry get out of the back. A moment later he was climbing in and off we went again. "That seemed pretty easy," I said."It is if you prepare enough." Harry's response was terse."I mean, it could have been difficult. What if she hadn't come out?" She always does. There wasn't any doubt." He pointed to a side road. "Turn down there." The road was dark. I almost missed the gateway on the left hand side. "In here,". “Ok...but then I get to fuck yours,” she said while still holding both of us by the dong and looking up at us smiling. Galatea gave my cock one final suck as if to say ‘go have fun’ and then smacked me on the ass, guiding me to the curvy blond now laying on her back and toying with her dripping wet pussy. I positioned myself between her legs, rubbed the tip of my cock up and down her juicy slot, and then smacked it against her clit before shoving it deep inside of her. “OHHHHAHHHHHH…,” she. And the professor was my fantasy boy, a pretty, not too feminine guy with really big tits. If he was just wearing a dress. Problem with feminizing a guy is that if they do accept their feminization, they jump into it whole hog. No guy wants to be just a guy with tits in a dress. They either fight every step, or they want to be as feminine as possible. And although breaking them in the first case can be fun, it gets old fast.After I came, the professor pulled back and turned around and got on.