“I’m ready, Daddy. I’m ready!”Gunjan wasn’t going to miss the best part. She rolled away and watched as her father fucked Khushboo with hard... demanding thrusts. Each stab brought a tremor to her pussy and she writhed and whimpered frantically on the bed, slobber oozing from her mouth. “Fuck her, Daddy! Make her cream!” Gunjan was insane. “Cream him, Khushboo. Drown his fuckin’ cock!” She sat up and stared at them both, her tits jiggling as she wiggled her ass on the bed. “Daddy! Daddy!” Khushboo. "His mother interrupted."Dexter, you can do whatever you want. You're an adult, this is yourlife and you know the consequences of your actions. You are here toconvince these people that you wish to be a girl. Understand? You'retelling them you don't want to be a man anymore. So, I think the purseis irrelevant and the least of your concerns right now. Besides, youwill probably be wearing dresses to this place in the future anyway."Dexter was stunned at that thought. Standing here as he was. She invited me to take a close look and pointed out the scars which were minimal and insisted that I feel them. Naturally, I complied. I think that was my first time feeling naked fake boobs (other than strippers). I slowly squeezed them and I thought they felt different than natural boobs, but the implant wasn't as pronounced as I had imagined. “Not bad, right,” she smiled as she looked down at my chest. She commented that it didn't look like I would need any work. I giggled and told her that. I don’t blame him. I kind of like thatway, too. You haven’t done it that way before? Howcome?”“Well, it’s not that I object to it really. In fact Ifind it exciting when we see it in the porno movies. Ilike him to lick me and put his finger there. Even thathurts a little, although it feels good at the sametime. Originally, I was afraid his penis would reallyhurt, but now I kind of think that I would like it.Some of the movies show women doing it with guys wholook a.