“That’s not possible right now,” Andrew told the young teen.“Why not?” Elaina asked, with concern in her voice.“She said I could handle yo...u being a little slut and fucking your stepbrothers,” Andrew replied.“I don’t believe you. My mother would never say that,” Elaina said, starting to cry.“Why don’t you take your clothes off and show me what you gave Grant and Alex,” Andrew said, in a stern voice.“I’m going to find my mother!” the young blonde cried and ran for the door.Before Elaina could. I spoke about how I always loved wearing girls' clothes, how I was always jealous of girls for the sexy clothes they wore, and how every fantasy I ever masturbated about involved me being a woman, wearing sexy clothes and then getting my ass fucked hard, usually in a public place. The only option was to transition to become a woman. I then contacted my embassy and arranged to have my passport updated with a photo of my feminine self and a new female name. Sex: female it said on my passport now. Of course, my wife saw it immediately. She smiled wickedly, “This is actually turning you on, isn’t it?” I didn’t answer but merely looked at the ground. “You like the idea of public humiliation. I never knew you were such a kinky boy,” she said with a snicker. “Maybe I should parade you out other places. Doesn’t our town have one of those nude bike rides in a few months? Or maybe I should make you go work out at the gym and take a shower and sauna. They have those gang showers, right?”. Her neck arched. I sucked on it, marking her. Wanting her husband to see proof that another man had enjoyed her passion. Her thighs squeezed so tight about my waist as I did. Her moans sang out with such beauty.“So close,” she moaned, hips grinding her clit into my pubic bone. “Just a little more.”“Cum,” I growled. “Cum on my cock harder than you cum on your husband’s!”“Yes!” she howled.Her body bucked up against me. Her pussy spasmed about my dick. That wonderful, rippling bliss of feeling a.