I was in such turmoil that I made some stupid comment about its size as I got on my knees in front of him and took it in my hand. As it lay in the pal...m of my hand, it felt like it weighted a ton. Closing my fingers around it, I slowly moved my hand up and down its length.After fondling it for a minute or two, I tried to put it in my mouth, but Kevin pushed me away and said, “No not yet, I want you to lick my balls first.”Undaunted, I eagerly lowered my face down and kissed the head of his cock.. Then there was Chris, a quiet but cute boy who was a very good soccer player and who enjoyed sports in general. I was not very close with him, but I admired him being athletic and that he used to be together with Lina, the most popular blonde girl in class. Last here was Ben, who was also in our stall. He was kind of a sidekick and a little juvenile for his age, always wanting to be part of the group.So there we were, three white boys and me, the only black guy in class, talking about all kind. Her white thong panty string did little to cover her ass. It did very little to cover her shaved pussy either. I was really enjoying her predicament and did not want it to end soon.Mom said, “Please hurry I have something poking into my breast and really have to pee. I shouldn’t have had that last cup of coffee.”I reached into the trunk holding the lid down as I reached to find out what was poking into her breast. Needless to say I had to feel of her breast. Luckily I got to feel the one that. Just do it. When a man would rather live as a woman butfeels ashamed of it, he'll notice the changes but won't acknowledgethem, not to themselves nor to anyone else. He'll like what'shappening and be grateful that it's happening and he'll enjoy itsecretly as a kind of miraculous gift. Like you." Like me?" I was afraid I understood what she meant."I mean, look at you, sweetie. It's nearly a year since I startedyou on those womanizing hormones, and now you have B cup breastsand protruding.