Sounds simple right.... The only thing that worried me was OK if I wasgoing to live as a woman fulltime I needed to at least look like one,my biggest ...concern was physical looks, I was sick of wearing chokersto cover my Adams apple, sick of wearing padded bras and worrying thatsomebody would notice, I wanted to pluck and shape my eyebrows, get myears pierced instead of clip on's. As we talked, she suggested. "OKMi, if you truly want to live as a woman maybe take hormones, or havebreast implants,. I flipped heraround."What the fuck?" I exclaimed. It was Junior."Kid, what are you doing here?" I asked.He/she was petulant. "Nothing!" was the response. She tried to run. I caught her by theshoulder."Junior, your dad hired me to find the asshole that did this to you," Isaid. "What the fuck are you doing here?" "Nothing!" she screamed again, and then... well, me of all peopleshouldn't underestimate anyone, but somehow I let this little teenagedboy-girl kick me in the nuts with her cute little. I know it’s not really naughty, but it makes me feel naughty. I love to feel naughty. I try to turn my head to kiss you, but can’t reach, so I twist my body halfway and hook one arm behind your neck. I kiss you passionately while you continue stuffing my hungry cunt full of cock. You lift one of my legs, hooking your arm under my knee to support me, and spreading me wide open and impaling me on your full length. You free hand goes to working my clit, and I throw my head back in ecstasy. I don’t. Frantically I squeeze my muscles tightly shut as Grant once more thrusts his shaft deep into my nether regions and his pubic hair slaps into my ejaculant dampened clitoris. But it is to no avail; even as Grant’s throbbing cockhead pushes against my cervix and even before he begins to press his way back down my wildly pulsing flesh, I feel the liquid pressure building on my urinary sphincter. There is no lovingly parted mouth this time, no tongue darting up to slide across my clitoris, just.