I started gradually getting it further and further and now I could really feel the stretching. I had to start slowly pumping it in and back out slight...ly, then further in and back out slightly. I continued like that as it got closer to the thick base. There were a few moments where I had to hold it in place and take a breath. It was starting to become a really intense feeling as I tried different motions to easy the stretching. I twisted it in my fingers while I lightly pumped it in and out.. " So what are you?" A pussy," I answered, beginning to cry softly. "I'm a pathetic littlepussy, a useless little pussy." You most certainly are," she confirmed. You look like a pussy,especially when that ridiculous little girlie cock of yours is inpanties. What a silly little sissy you are." She laughed and prodded mewith her toes."Yes, Ma'am," I know I'm a silly little sissy. Thank you for reminding me." Um-hmm," she giggled. "And you know what? You smell like a pussy, too,especially after. Indeed, John now looks younger and slimmer, although his beard and hair are unchanged. He has also had a full STD test, and proudly shows me the text giving him the all-clear. He hasn’t been with anyone since that fateful night before Christmas.The first person he is going to fuck is me, and he wants it dirty, hence my successful efforts to be the smelly little tranny that he desires.I must have perfect hair though. Like the makeup, it’s essential that I appear to be one thing (a stylish,. No blokes, until she'd come to Buggery, had ever shown any interest in putting their tongues to her cunt. Perhaps it was the smell of fish and piss that put them off, she wondered. But now this wonderful woman with a supermodel body was tonguing her liked she'd never been tongued before, and as she climaxed urgently, passionately, and loudly, she knew that her own reciprocation had really been clumsy and awkward. She definitely needed more practise. She collapsed in exhaustion. All the passion.