He exhaled, and his hot salty fluid filled my mouth while I continued to stroke him. I held it briefly, my instinct being to spit it out, but the chan...t demanded that I not, and somehow I gulped it down, continuing to suck and lick him as he pulsed in my mouth, then swallowed again. My head remained in Chris' lap, hands gripping his thighs as the finger in my pussy started to move deeper, then in and out in a slow rhythm. The softening cock rested in front of my mouth, and I tried to cut through. " Well I should think you have a good chance. You know we do have a goodschool here and would be glad to have you." Really!" Yes, I've had a couple professors ask for good qualified candidates." I thought with everyone here knowing my background that no one wouldwant me." You mean because you are transgendered?" Yes, but really I'm through that now. I had my operation and Iconsider myself to be a woman. Although post operative transsexual iscorrect, I would prefer not to be labeled as. I could feel my legs trembling, the thickness of his dick pushing at my body, his slow movements in and out of me evening out my breath while making it harder to breathe. I felt his hands touching me, running themselves over the curves of my sides, the softness of my skin, my tits and ass, the push of my hips into his fingers. He worked me slowly, taking his time, for him or for me I do not know. Every movement was deliberate, purposeful, felt. I could feel my body responding again, working. Especially since I’d gone and hit a grand slam with her youngest daughter on the day I'd met her. “Well, I, uh…”“Hmph! How does she expect to keep you from jumping the first slut that offers herself to you?” Man I felt REALLY guilty now since that is exactly what I’d done. I’d betrayed Megan with her wanton sister and I just knew the guilt was written all over my face. “I swear. I wonder sometimes if she’s my daughter at all. I mean, Abby sure is, and getting pregnant at sixteen, just a.