But she was totally resting her fleshy body on my legs so I couldn’t move.She grabbed my cock firmly with her right hand and pulled my foreskin all ...the way down in a jerk. Being a virgin, it hurt me but aunt didn’t care.Aunt rolled her tongue over my cock’s shining head to collect all the precum there and stared in my eyes proudly. I tried to encourage her by grabbing her hairs falling all over her and let her suck it. But right then, she wasn’t sucking rather licking it and teasing me.She now. I smiled as I turned on some music, erasing the stationson her boom box and tuning to the stations to what *I* wanted to hearthrough my new female ears I commanded.I saw the clock. It was now 10 in the morning. Feeling like I wanted toshed a bad skin but yet curate the skin I was in, I went to thebathroom, turned on the shower, and got in. I started playing with myboobs, and methodically rubbing my hands up and down my new athleticfemale curves as I soaped up my female body. I was asserting my. This was not an inexpensive development; it was a gated community limited to people over 50 years old, and surprising to me, although they called 'condominiums' there was a small separation between the homes, so they shared no common walls, but were each stand alone buildings. It was still technically a condo, but sure didn't seem like it to me."One of the fortunate things," Steph explained to me, "is that John did leave me in excellent financial shape. He had a surprising amount of life. My first clue being the change in her expression, as sadness and tears gave way again to confusion.“Pete, more than ever, I don’t get it. Why do you encourage me to sleep with Francis? I thought I understood. The sexual excitement. Watching us together. The voyeur’s thrill at the highest level. Your wife with a big black guy. Bigger than you, the icing on the cake. But now, I’m not so sure I get it anymore. Now I know what the pain feels like. The hurt and jealousy and fear. Those things were.