She’s awkward, but he is willing. She guides him to please her with words. At Avery’s guidance and nonverbal cues, she even disciplines him a litt...le. It’s a bit of a head trip, and surprisingly tiring.“You did very well back there. A bit hesitant, but you have a lot of empathy. You could be a good switch with some work.”“It was so weird, but kind of good. And like, it wasn’t as sexual but it was pretty intense and sexy. I don’t know how to say.”“Sensual.” Avery suggests.“Yeah.” She plays with. I am going to be thirty next month and need to start settling down and thinking about the future. As hard as this is to do, and as much as I love you I just simply can’t have a sissy here fulltime if I want to try to find a husband and eventually have k**s. I just don’t see a lot of straight men being ok with you living with me, which is unfortunate but reality.”Sissy is just staring at the floor with tears starting to stream down her made up face. Sissy is trying to listen, but she is in. I..." I was practically hyperventilating! It's not right to want this. He's going to think you are sick! "I... I like it because it's so nasty and nice at the same time!" "What do you mean, 'nasty'?" "I... I like being your nasty girl. Y... You know that." "Hmmm. All right. I can see this has a physical effect on you," he said, his eyes drifting to my chest. I didn't need to look down to know my nipples were hard. They'd been aching for a few minutes and felt like they could cut glass. "Oh,. ”“How did I get so lucky?” He bent down to kiss my shoulder. “Why me?”“Why you what?”“Holy matrimony.” He slid out, to my dismay, and lied back on the sheets. “Why am I qualified to be your husband?”I reluctantly moved out of the position I had been screwing in all morning and curled up next to him, intertwining our sweaty, brown limbs. “You know how to make me cum,” I counted on my fingers, “five times before breakfast. Sold!”“You only want me for my body? What about when we grow old and.