" Is he the one with the 14 inch cock you were telling me about the otherday?" asked Courtney stopping to put her hands on hips."That's him. He can re...ally do damage to a girl's mouth," said Casey in apained voice.Courtney winced in sympathy and then went to the counter to pick up somemagazines. She handed copies to both of us."Here is the latest Cee Cee Girl Monthly," said Courtney.I picked up the magazine and began leafing through the pages. I couldn'tbelieve that there was a magazine devoted. Kirkland scheduled an appointment to talk to my mom. I was therewaiting in the lobby. Almost an hour went by before they called me into the office."How are you feeling today, Mel?" Dr. Kirkland asked me."Fine, Patricia. How are you?" I responded."Great. Let's get to the point. Your mother and I have discussed yoursituation and I have told her what I believe your condition is. I thinkyou are a possible transsexual, but that is not for certain." I wasdisappointed to hear this. I know what. But I'm not particularly talented. I can't write. I can't direct. Ican't sculpt or paint. I can't act or sing or dance. When it comes totalent, I'm severely handicapped.God's gifts to me are of another kind. I am beautiful. Gorgeous, really.I say this with all humility, for it is God's gift to me; I did nothingto earn or merit being beautiful. I just am. (Well, okay, I guess Goddoes have a little help from the beautician and a few other folks; everygirl wants to look her best, after all.)I used. She held me still and pumped her hips up and down on me. Her stomach muscles were flexing, her tits were moving towards her face, up and down. As much as I thought I was fucking her, it was she that was fucking me, there was no doubt about that. At that instant, I squeezed her legs together at the knees, holding her still and I slammed my hips into her as hard and as fast as I could, for as long as I could. She was getting louder and louder with each thrust until she held her breath and put her.