...toward .......womanhood...!" I am having trouble thinking through the sexual tension my pussy is putting me through.The clock says - 8:39AM - I get... the sweat shirt on and thank God nothing happens. I have to get help. I look in the mirror. My face is feminine, my upper body is feminine but hard to size because of the sweatshirt and no tits. I have no hips, but you can tell I have a pussy. The pants are tight around the legs and you can tell that my thighs are shapely.The clock says - 8:42AM. “I'm gonna have myself some cock and pussy this morning!” she said. Liu sat on the bed and leaned back on his elbows. I looked at his hard cock and licked my lips. “It won’t go down,” he joked with me. I kissed his cheek and then his lips as Mel stroked his cock and sucked it. She put her hand between my legs and rubbed my clit as she sucked him. She motioned me to lean back and I spread my legs as I watched her suck him. She sucked him for a few minutes before moving over to me. “Now, for some. "Come to me, spirit," she focused her energy through the words as she tossed a small vial of holy water at the headstone. The vial shattered, spattering the name with liquid that instantly began to smoke like it was eating into the stone. "Return to your place of rest, Micheal J. Vandenberg. This behavior is at an end." The spirit screamed in pain as it's energy coalesed in front of her, and became the image of a fifteen year old boy. He collapsed to his knees in front of his headstone, and. “Do you know anyone with a real cock?” Asked Gemma, innocently. “Ha ha a few!” I said. I would have suggested Steve from the gym, but he was my ace in the pack, kept for special occasions. “How about the guy at the shop?” Said Laura. “What? Pete?” “Yeah, why not?” “I suppose…” “Who’s Pete?” Asked Gemma, sensing a breakthrough. Pete was a student who did Saturdays at the local Co-op. He fancied his chances. Tried a bit too hard. He wasn’t bad looking really but I wasn’t sure. “I’m not sure he’s.