“I am not turning into some kind of ogre, Darling,” she had teased me before. “I am not going to keep my ‘boy on the side’ and deny you your...s.” That’s easy to say when her boyfriend is across town, while mine is across an ocean. I wanted to scream to high heaven I was afraid of losing her. She was done, complete, a work of art for the ages. She could go anywhere, do anything, be with anyone she chose. My transition was barely begun, and months away from fruition – and Big Cock Brock was right. Miranda was none other than Deputy Head Girl of the school, someone I had always thought of as a swot and a complete goody-goody. She was openly very Christian and moral, although as her father was an evangelical preacher, maybe she didn’t have much option there – in fact, I mused, watching Miranda’s eager response to the blonde woman, as she hurried with her into the fitting room, maybe her surface appearance was all just an act, maybe she was just like me, a lesbo slut gagging for pussy.I. She craved for it.Then I slowly went down on her, grabbed her neck while I sucked, bit and played with her boobs. She was barely holding it together as I choked her and came just with me playing with her tits. I quickly grabbed her ass and started slapping it. She liked it rough. She responded and took my dick and placed it in her pussy. DAMN! It was tight and totally wet!I could sense pain in her eyes as I pushed inside her but I wasn’t showing mercy. I pushed my cock fully inside her. She. I try to match the speed that I have seen you use with your fingers, I try to find the rhythym. My strong arms are wrapped around your thighs, pulling your pussy into my face. My tongue enters you, rigid, hard, pointed like a small penis. I want to lick as deep as possible… I am greeted with a fresh new flood of wetness, God you are so divine. I wish you knew how much I love the way you taste. I keep whispering gentle loving thoughts to you, I want you to be relaxed, to let it happen and let it.