Andre, you need to meet her, but I want you with flowers in your hand for Mizz Lee — you know why!”Me: “Jim, even at my age, I’m a little scar...ed of Mizz Lee. I always gave her fits when we were in school together. She liked you, but she didn’t like me. It was my fault, of course. Do you think she’d forgive me?”Him: “Probably she would, although I’d enjoy seeing her giving you hell. Andre, over the phone, she sounds as sharp as ever, and as authoritative. I’d give a LOT of money to sit in her. "It's just that I feel like everything has been turned upside down and as much as I want to hate be a girl it just gets better and better. I just keep getting the feeling that this is a dream and I'm going to wake up." I still don't understand." The thing is I never wanted to be a girl but now when I think that this is a dream I'm scared I will wake up and lose it all. And I feel guilty about wanting to stay this way. I'm supposed to be a guy." Not anymore, your a woman now and nobody will. “Like what?” I asked. He stated that he had not only seen my photos, but had read a few of my stories also. No one at work had ever known anything about my sex life, but now Lowell seemed to have a private insight. “I’ve read how you have an open relationship with your husband and I’m aware that you’ve had quite a few sexual partners in the last few years. Adding one more to the mix shouldn’t be too big of a problem if you really enjoy your current employment status.” he said. I grimaced as I. He opened the lips of her cunt and spread them wide, they were wet and swollen and the inner folds were so red and gleaming it made his mouth water. He leaned closer and licked her deeply and firmly, feeling the raw swollen heat against his face, tasting her in his mouth made him want to come right now, but he resisted the urge to get his cock out. Instead, he slid two fingers into her vagina, pushed them in deeply and felt the hot flesh wrap around his fingers as if drawing him in deeper. His.