In becoming a sissy I began to transcend the everyday. I no longer had toexploit it, because I was it. Even if only for those brief moments when Idres...s up in panties, heels and massacre, posing, pouting, flicking mylimp wrists. Delicate. Soft. Beautiful.So, I know what you're thinking, you think that what I'm saying is thatby becoming a sissy, I became a nightingale. Fuck - I don't know what I'mtalking about. It's just an idea. And you're reading this thinking "whatthe fuck, I came here to jerk. I lapped and sucked on her passion filled mango-like snatch with total abandon. She tasted great and she moaned and wiggled her hips slightly. As much as I was enjoying this, it was time slip my blood bulged muscular penis into her glorious Scottish scut. I whipped off my shirt and dropped my lightweight wool trousers to the floor. My rod stood proudly at a 45 degree angle to my stomach. Barolo in my veins notwithstanding, there would be no trouble ‘keeping wood’ on this occasion. Lifting her. I stick the debit card in the pump, and started filling. Leaning back with my butt against the side, I eyeball this older dude on the other side of the pump. Stocky, not really attractive. It seems like he was checking me out—so I give him just a hint of a show. I take my left arm and reach down the front of my b-ball shorts, giving just a bit of scratch through my pubs. They were pretty soaked too. In fact my whole shorts were soaked about 3” down from the waist. I left them “saggin” just a. “That is great, but I don’t feel anything yet. The doctor did tell me it will take some time for the tissues to start feeling any touch. Why don’t you try pressing my breasts a lot harder? Tanisha asked Sidharth.“I don’t think I can do that, Isha…” Sidharth replied, breathing heavily.“Is it because I have my bra on? I can take it off straight away.” Tanisha had her hand on the strap of her bra, as she said that.“It is not that Isha. This is all very wrong. Just imagine what will happen if Dad.