There was no doubt at all that I'd grown to love dressing as a woman overthe past few months. And judging by my ability to travel to and from theColle...ge without being stared at (as opposed to ogled), I could clearlypass as one too - at least superficially. But I was far from sure that Icould keep up the pretence if I had to interact closely - say at a job -with a bunch of people who were not in on the secret.There was also the continuing worry of running into someone from my past.I had no. ”I took his face between my hands, got almost nose to nose with him. “Bradley, I LOVE you.”“What a mess,” he sighed. “I love you, too.”“Like that?” I asked.“Yes, like that. So what are we gonna do, Beck?”“You really want to know what I’d like to do about it?”“Yes.”“That little house. Just like I said.”“Didn’t we already have this conversation?” he asked.“Yes. Sex messes with my mind.” I giggled. “Yours, too.”“It’s good sex.” He smiled, a fingertip tracing across my breast, circling a nipple.. He started to fuck up into me, his hands lifting me by the thighs to jam my ass back on his cock each time he thrust forward. His prick head thumped against the back end of my ass tunnel, causing hard pangs and cramps as it bashed against my guts.My cunt drooled as my body overheated. Even though he wasn't touching it, my cunny was hot and bubbling from the hard pounding my asshole was getting. He twisted and jerked his cock around inside me as he rodded up into me, yanking his cock back and. ”Heather gave her friend a sideways glance but didn’t respond.Lois had spent most of the night thinking about her mother’s hypocrisy. Helen forbade her to see Heather but it was okay to have sex with her friend’s father. Not only that; but have sex with him knowing her family was hearing everything while they sat in the living room. In her anger, she started thinking about the way things seem to be going. Her mother was fucking Jeff Willet. Her father was fucking both Shirley and Heather but.