She felt nauseous and faint. She had stopped struggling; she feared the blade or even worse."Keep quiet and I'll remove my hand" the voice said."Leave... and I won't scream" she firmly said, but grip on her was too strong. She wriggled desperately and her eyes widened in horror as she looked on in helplessness."What will I get in return?" his voice in sarcasm."What?" she said not quite understanding the meaning."I said what do I get in return?" he sounded huskier this time and without waiting for. Ijust stayed there, hoping the moment would never end. Hoping that fearwould vanish."Your love is very beautiful," she whispered in English. I noticed thather eyes were looking elsewhere. It wasn?t me she was thinking about,but Rick.It was a bitter, paradoxical situation. My fantasy of living as a womanwas becoming truth but, in exchange, I felt the emotional distance, thesensation that Ilsa?s love was dimmer, while my devotion towards herremained intact. The sensation of being replaced, and I. It was sick that saggy tits made me want to shoot all over them.“Come here,” I told her. “Sit on me.”She hesitated. “I’m too heavy.”“I said sit on me.”Her nipples were responding so I know she liked me ordering her around. Slowly, she moved to straddle me, her dripping pussy resting on my thighs.I pulled her hips so that my cock rested right at the entrance to her snatch, my head against her clit. Her moan pushed her tits towards me. It was the moment I had longed for. I took one of her. She moaned into my mouth and ran her nails down my back, sending shivers down my spine. I heard her begin to moan each time I slid back into her. As her moans got louder, I began to feel the beginnings of my own orgasm. I felt Monica once again stiffen as she climaxed, and I hammered away. Finally, I buried myself inside of her and came. I rolled over, keeping myself inside of her, and we both drifted contentedly to sleep.----When I woke in the morning, Monica was sitting up, wearing the shirt.