So the man I met it is my Man now, I have written how I met him and few things about him, but now I'm going to write about how my true self is out, ho...w great I feel, how my transformation has progress. So from the guy I introduced you I turned into guy that likes being fuck, that loves sucking cock, enjoys 69, that has swallowed loads, likes the black kiss, enjoys feeling a body rubbing against mine, loves being touch, being taken, owned, conquer, that his girly side comes out, that wear. I spent more of the morning thinking about Amy than I did any real work. I got home and found her in the kitchen wearing one of my T-shirts. I couldn't tell if she had anything else on. She was cooking something that smelled good."You're a cook?" I asked instantly realizing just how stupid it was to say such a thing."Yeah, my mom and I share duties in the kitchen. I'll have lunch ready in 10 minutes — wash your hands!" Yes dear - whatever you say," I said to her giggling.I was back in five. Maybe because when I looked into your eyes I felt like you were eating me alive, or at least sucking and playing with my breasts in your mind, and your wanting to devourer me was coming across load and clear. “What?” I finally say. “I am just taking in and enjoying the view.” you comment. “I take it you are enjoying what you see?” I ask? All you do is smile and go back to gazing at my breasts and then my face. We have some small talk for about 30 min or so with a lot more. . and her legs stay spread wide as if she has been tied tightly to the bed. That’s when I start fucking the living brains out of her.”He smiled even more broadly as he looked around the room at the various beings who were listening intently to what he was saying. “When it is finally over,” he continued, “she always ends up saying,‘God, I have a vivid imagination,’ but let me tell you, for all the while I am pounding her pussy, she BELIEVES in me. And that sex-fueled belief is more powerful than.