I won't call it cheating, but I should," she put on the record.Then she got flat on her back, and I really began using her feet. I held her feet, and ...helped her out, because I knew her legs were getting tired. In no time at all, she had me moaning. This was definitely the best I ever felt because of her feet, and then she got an idea."Stand up, I want your cum coming towards me," she told me.I loved the sound of that, so I got up, and got right in front of her. She even took off her shirt, and. It slips between your cheeks and lies there, awaiting your response, right at the entrance to the centre of your sex. You move sleepily and open slightly, so that my other hand now slips between your legs and caresses you gently across your mound and valley. I feel you stir and the sudden wetness emanating from your sex, encouraging my fingers to your clit. As I gently brush my hand across your breast and with my other hand caress and circle your enlarging bud, you push yourself back against. “The Becca Brittany is fucking my cunt! Oh, yes, I love it! Stir me up! Make me cum on this amazing dick!”“I'll make you explode,” growled the futa-reporter. “Your little cunny will be spasming so hard on my girl-dick.”“Promise?” I whimpered.“Promise, slut!”She thrust so hard into me. She had my little titties jiggling and my ass bouncing. She slapped her crotch over and over into me. I rocked on the beach, my fingers digging into the sand, my knees furrowing into the soil. I shuddered, bucking. "When we started treatment you were an angry manwhose wife slept around and made you feel inadequate. You were inadequatefor her as a lover and you can't blame her for finding better men. Nowyou have accepted things as they should be and you are happy to be theperson you are. You will never be a woman but you will be a stunninglyattractive sissy that men will lust over."Even with the hormone treatment I still felt a wave of humiliation engulfme as Helen pointed out some rather obvious truths.