“Look at all this hair.” She said as she pointed at the thong. I looked down and almost laughed as I saw the problem. She had never shaved her pus...sy and little blond hairs were sticking out everywere. I was so glad I was able to contain my laughter because I knew that would have made it worse. I stood up and she ran to my arms. I stroked her hair and said, “That’s not a problem baby girl we can fix that. Go get a new razor from the disposable razors, the shaving cream and that bottle of aloe. She liked being a certain way but knew they weren't just fantasies in her head. After much internal struggling and conflict, she came to the conclusion that she needed to get professional help. She had been cross dressing for years in secret and wanted to go further, but was too afraid. She also had desired to sleep with a man. She booked an appointment with a psychiatrist who specialised in sexual problems.“Tell me your story, Carrie.”“Well... where shall I start?”“The beginning.”“Okay, so I. ” She thanked me again and hung up.I ignored the rest of the calls until I could get my coffee and brunch. My mother let out a small screech when I bumped into her as I left the guest room to go to the kitchen. She cried; “Why are you here? Didn’t you have a party last night? What is wrong?”I said; “Calm down my dear sweet mother; there were a couple of big problems that caused me to resign from the fraternity. I saw one of the boys molesting a new sorority pledge, and when I ended his. ..don't complain Dave, it's your own fault. Ah, nice and wet alreadybut more lube never hurts. Quite the opposite. There...let me spoon you.I love to do this, rubbing my cock up and down your wet crack. Let's justcheck...yes, you're so hard! There's a surprise. Hold still bigboy...it's so much nicer without all that hair. Now...yes, there it is.Mmm, it goes in so easy. Yes I'm smaller than you but boy you didcomplain the first few times. Are you used to my cock buried in your assnow, Dave? Lift.