His pants dropped to his ankles and I saw just how big he was. Growing in my mouth it was to hard to continue so I liked the shaft, under it , sucked... the tip and stroked it. I stopped and told him there was no way all that was fitting in me. He just said I'd take what he did fit but first he'd get me ready. He turned me around and sit on the toiled. Facing the door I leaned forward and he fingered me till I accepted 3 fat fingers. Then he put his cock at my hole and told me to spread my. I'm just really worried about getting pregnant."And then she went on. I sat and listened to my little sister, and I stroked her hair as she talked. She explained how frustrated she was with Elizabeth and how explicit she had been on the phone.I whispered, "It's all okay."Crissy looked at me with her big sad eyes and said, "You know I've never had a boyfriend - and I don't know if I ever will!" Oh c'mon, you're smart and pretty, any boy in the world would be lucky to be with you." But..."And I. I had done the usual, dressed in my mother's clothes, etc. in front of the mirror but, after having moved into my own place in London, I really felt I should explore my feelings more fully. Was I a TV, or did I actually have transsexual inclinations?I'd done various gender identity tests on the net and was invariably reduced to a trembling shock/strange joy when the result "probable transsexual" inevitably popped up. I would have loved to dress more often but I did, sadly, have housemates who. ..START TO STOKE IT...SLOWLY AT FIRST..LETTING ME WATCH YOU GET HARDER, AND HARDER....AND LONGER....HARDER..OH HOW I LOVE TO WATCH IT GROW, AND THICKEN UP...KNOWING HOW IT WILL FILL ME UP SOON..BUT...SHEILA HAS BEEN A BAD....BAD....BAD....LITTLE GIRL LATELY...WELL...ALWAYS...AND SHE NEEDS PUNISHED OFTEN TOO....SHE NEEDS A SERIOUS ASS SPANKING AT TIMES..YOU KNOW...SHOW ME WHO'S BOSS AND ALL...SMACK MY FACE WITH YOUR COCK..THEN YOU SHOVE YOUR DRIPPING COCK IN TO MY THROAT SO DEEP....I GAG, AND.