No wonder he was so happy, I thought. He had intoxicated andseduced his beautiful young classmate on their first date, andhis buddy Peter had no doubt... gotten lucky with my friend Tran.I was only too familiar with the feelings of power andachievement that he was feeling: after all, I used to be a guy.But now I was a girl, and I reproached myself for having wastedmy post-op virginity on a guy I never really liked, much lessfelt attracted to. Which, I wondered, was smaller relative tothe rest of. K.a. Ebonics was now at an end forme and my girls. James explained to me that we were basically uppityblack "buppies" (white yuppies), and that we were distant from theurbanized majority of the African-American population. Our pretensionswere to be white and professional, and we would speak proper English,but with a "black accent."This was much easier on me as I now had one fewer thing to constantlyhave to think about. I was told that we had just been forced on Ebonicsas we had to be quickly. I wanted you to be completely on the edge for our visit to the piercing shop.By the time your nipples are done, you're breathing quite heavy and I notice that your thong has worked its way between the folds of your thick, hairless cunt lips. There is a noticeable wet mark, giving proof of the copious amount of fluid seeping from your pussy. I make a point of mentioning it to the artist and we both laugh at your predicament. I instruct you, "Slide your thong off, bring it to your nose and inhale. If you feel comfortable then let me know. Take your time.S: Ok, I’ll think and let you know.While returning home on the bike, she hugged me from behind. I was feeling her soft boobs on my back. She was so close to me that even a 2nd pillion could sit on the bike comfortably. She showily started to crease my chest.She was rubbing her boobs on my back. I was enjoying. She planted a kiss on my cheek and I lost my control. I literally could have crashed. I parked the bike aside,R: Hai what happened.