That it was me who had perhaps been naive. The sex was great, and she let me do things to her that Chi-chi had never allowed - or rather had never sho...wn any interest in. Whenever I took Carolina to the motel on the coastal road, she would ask me to tie her wrists to the bedpost with her stockings and let me lick at her, and she'd put her legs up over my shoulders. Or she'd ask me to help her in the laundry room and then use her cotton knickers or white socks to masturbate me with, very very. I then asked if I could just stroke her pussy, like we used to. Now Jess was hesitating due to growing pubes in the few years hiatus. After some persuasion, she pulled her trousers and panties down a little, allowing me to stroke her clit and moist pussy lips. It was a bit of a shock to me as well when I slid my hand over her pussy, as until that point I had only felt her young, pube-less cunt. I then pulled mine down a little to allow her to stroke my hard cock and fondle my balls, and we laid. Her little sissy-girl didn't know it but she had been sneaking large doses of female hormones into his drinks and food for at least two months. It was obvious by the way he reacted when she played with his nipples that they were super sensitive and even a little bit sore. She kept a close eye on them and she laughed when she realized that she had noticed them swelling up before he did. She didn't mention the changes she noticed and he didn't either, but when his budding. The tingling was moving up her neck. She traced it with er hand. She had no wattle at her throat anymore, and the skin on her cheeks seemed firm to the touch. But yougenerally can't tell wrinkle by touch. At least, not at forty seven.She took a small hand mirror from a kitchen drawer. No wrinkles, nocrow's feet at the eyes. She looked like she was in her early twenties.Frantic hands undid her hair from the bun. It hung down, a gloriousgolden braid that lacked any trace of grey. She looked.