Ashley never denied that she was a slut. She just wanted me to be one too. After playing “Guess Whose Cock” and going home naked from my first col...lege party, I not only admitted I was a slut but that I was a bigger slut than her. Before this week, I had only slept with two guys and given blow jobs to a couple more. Now I wasn’t even sure who or how many guys had fucked me and I had been fucked by girls too. After coming home that night from the party, I thought Ashley would let me be myself. I. Her breath might as soon have stilled or stemmed a storm in winter, as all her strength have quelled his rough assault, or put him out of his course. Indeed, all her efforts and struggles were managed with such disorder, that they served rather to entangle, and fold her the faster in the twine of his boisterous arms; so that she was tied to the stake, and obliged to fight the match out, if she died for it. For his part, instinct-ridden as he was, the expressions of his a****l passion, partaking. Then she told me that this might be her last standing ovation to her pee because she was heading towards the hospital for her final and last sex change operation where she will get female parts in place of male parts.It was all ended on laughing note from her but I was still in phase of shock because I have heard many time about ladyboys but I haven't met any till then.Though I have fantasize many times about ladyboys whioe seeing then on the internet but still that was my first one on one. She said that what she had told me on the phone today aboutthe van was true, but that it had happened over three months ago. Themore she confessed to me, the more turned on she became. She told methat the van story had happened, but that she had not gotten away fromit that day. Paul had trapped her in an alley, pulled her out of hercar and carried her kicking and screaming into the back of the van.There were no other passengers. He was alone. She fully expected himto r**e her, but he.