Overcome by my own corruption, I confessed my debasement by boldly urging the youth to take his pleasure with my proffered sex. When he stripped and c...ame to me, the shiny blackness of his smooth, youthful body all but mesmerised me. Slowly he began kissing and exploring my fevered flesh, drivingme wild with desire. Like a beat in heat, I rubbed myself against the satiny skin of my ebony lover,begging him to sexy satisfy my illicit immediate horny hot hunger.All I remember of that first. "I am a girl. Inside, I'm agirl. Legally, I'm a girl, and I have the paperwork to prove it. Being aboy... That's in the past. That's where I want to leave it." We remainin silence for the next 30 seconds before Mary stands up and walks overto me."Then as far as I'm concerned you are indeed a girl," she says, pullingme off the sofa and giving me a long hug, which Charlotte quickly joinsin. "And a beautiful girl, too. And most importantly of all... You AREmy friend, regardless of what you were in. Mad with the taste, I splay the fingers of one hand to frame her clit and slide two from the other inside her, crooking up against her buttery walls, beckoning the climax closer.She doesn't disappoint. Tenses. Arches against the restraints, whimpers deepening to a drawn-out throaty moan, her body vibrating under me as my mouth clamps her clit, tongue fluttering over the sensitive nub until she's a writhing, wriggling mess and I'm drowning in the copious juices my fingers tease from her. "Most of my customers lack your experiences. Some have never even laid eyes on a bell before."The aged customer chuckled while hobbling past a wooden shelf of apothecary bottles. He sighed as he reached the counter and leaned heavily on it."Kids today!" he said, shaking his head wearily. "Still, what I wouldn't give to be young again... and not so damned tired all the time."The store owner grinned, slowly cracked his knuckles, and leaned back his wrinkled head: "Dannie!" he shouted before.