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It was almost midnight when I got home from my foursome. When I walked into the house Mandy was sitting on the couch watching the television wearing a shear teddy with nothing underneath. She looked at me and said, “Where have you been all night young lady?” I answered, “Out with the boys, Sis.” “I hope you don’t mean what that sounds like.” I responded, “If it sounds like I had sex with multiple men at the same time, then that’s what it means. I didn’t realize Joann was such a slut.” Sis motioned to me, “Sit and tell me about your night. I miss sitting together on the couch like we always did.” I told her I was going to get into something more comfortable and would come back to join her on the couch. I went into my bedroom and took off my dress, my bra, and my breast forms. My ass cheeks were still squishing from the lubrication from being fucked twice and there was still a condom hanging out of my ass so I left my thong on and put on a shear teddy. I went back into the living room and sat next to Sis. She put her arms around me as she said, “Just how many men did you have sex with? Did you practice safe sex?” I told her the details about my first gangbang. I assured her that I was careful in my interactions with men. I told her this soccer league offered an opportunity to meet men who already knew I was transgendered, generally avoiding the dangerous situations I had read on the internet and seen on the news. As I was talking, Sis was rubbing her hands on my arms, then on my chest. “You’re starting to develop breasts. I guess that’s from the hormone treatments. How do you like them?” I responded, “I don’t think they will ever fill a “B” cup, but they are becoming more sensitive. I think I’ve gained two inches on my bust and two inches on my hips. Do they feel bigger?” This prompted her to rub them with her finger tips causing me to let out a quiet moan. As she continued to message my nipples I involuntarily arched my back laying the back of my head in her cleavage. She leaned her head down and licked my right nipple with her tongue. I couldn’t believe or control my reaction. I rolled over and sat up in her lap, pulling my nightie up over my chest, while pushing my right nipple to her mouth. As she softly sucked on my nipple, I started going crazy. I didn’t realize how high my sensitivity had become. After a few minutes of me hugging her head and moaning like a girl, Sis switched to my left nipple muttering, “I guess those hormones are having an effect on you.” I continued lightly moaning almost to an orgasm. Suddenly, I felt her hand wrap around my cock as she gently jerked me off. Within minutes I shot my load into her hand. She raised her cum filled hand up to my mouth. I licked it clean as she whispered, “Can you take care of me, now? Michelle had to go away for work for a few weeks.” Before I could answer, she was pulling her toys from the cushion under her. I pulled her down on the couch so she was lying on her back. I took the large dildo and started pushing it into her pussy until it was completely in her. Then, I took the vibrator, Ankara escort rubbed it with warming lotion, and inserted it slowly into her ass with only the control knob sticking out, before turning it on. As she started to wiggle, I pulled up her sheer nightie and began to suck on one of her nipples. She reacted the same way as I did when she was sucking on my tits. She pulled my head tight against her tit as she let out a long moan. After a few minutes, I switched to the other nipple prompting another long moan as her hips were bucking uncontrollably. I’m sure I gave her multiple orgasms. Then I moved down her body and started licking her clit with my tongue at a furious pace. Her moaning became quite loud and she was pulling my face into her pussy almost breaking my nose as she reached another orgasm. When she finally relaxed a little, I realized that the dildo was completely buried in her pussy. I had to reach inside her with my thumb and forefinger to grasp it on the end. It was too slippery at first, so I had to pull my hand back a little and push in two fingers and my thumb to get enough grip to pull on it. This sent her into another orgasm as she grabbed her pussy lips with two of her fingers and pulling the dildo out of my grasp. Finally, in desperation, I just pushed my whole hand into her cunt, using my thumb and all of my fingers to hold on to it, pulling it out of her. She grabbed my hand and pulled the dildo to her mouth licking it like I lick a dick. I was dripping, myself, watching her, as she continued to hold my hand in hers as she guided it around her mouth. I placed the dildo on the coffee table when I realized the vibrator was still in her ass. I reached between her legs turning if off, before pulling it out and setting it on the table, also. She said, “Thank you, Joann. I’m just going to lay here like this for a while. You can go to bed. I’ll clean up in the morning.” I got up and walked to my bedroom. My ass was still a little sticky from my lube drenched thong bringing back my memory of first gang bang. I went to bed and fell asleep with my thong still on and a condom in my asshole. The next morning I got up, pulled out the condom, showered, washed my hair, and shaved my legs. I put on my girdle gaff, a pair of tight shorts, and a halter top with a strapless bra and adhesive breast forms. I ate a light breakfast before sitting at my desk and writing three programs for the day. Sis came home and made dinner. As we were eating, she reminded me that the grass needed mowing. In the past, I would put on my Joseph clothes to mow the lawn. However, it had been three weeks since I was Joseph and I didn’t feel like changing. I went into my bedroom and put on my pink sneakers and lace topped socks. Sis looked at me as I walked toward the door, “Is Joann mowing the lawn? Do you think that’s a good idea?” “Why not,” I asked. Sis just smiled and shrugged as I went out the door into the garage. I pushed the button to open the big garage door and pushed the lawnmower out into the front yard. Balgat escort bayan I couldn’t believe my excitement. I’ve been outside as Joann many times in the past year, but this was different. It was day, I was out in the open, and I was in my own front yard. I felt like I was coming out of the closet. I started the lawnmower and began mowing the yard. At one point, I noticed the neighbor across the street watching me as he was mowing, too. I waved to him and he waved back. When I finished mowing, I put the lawnmower back in the garage and got a broom to sweep the sidewalks and driveway. I was enjoying myself working in the yard as Joann. It was good practice at walking, bending, and moving around as a woman doing normal things. Suddenly, I heard a voice, “Hi, Amanda. How have you been?” I was caught by surprise. The neighbor across the street had walked over while I was bending to pull up some loose grass. I quickly thought as I answered, “Hello. Amanda is my cousin, I’m Joann. How are you?” “I’m sorry. I’m fine. I’m Bill, I live across the street. I saw you mowing and thought you were Mandy. We’ve been neighbors for ten years, but rarely get to talk anymore.” Sis must have seen us outside and thought she should come to the rescue, “Hello, Mr. Simpson. It’s been a long time. How are you?” I quickly jumped in, “Hey cuz, Bill thought I was you.” Bill responded, “I’m good Mandy. It has been a long time. Joann is as pretty as you. It was an easy mistake. How are your mother and brother?” Mandy told Mr. Simpson that Mom and Joseph moved at the beginning of the year and that I moved in to keep her company. I thought it was a convincing story. He told us that he and his wife separated a few months ago. The entire time we talked I could see his eyes constantly looking down at my crotch. He was probably in his mid to late forties and was clearly interested in me. He finished our conversation with an offer to help with anything if we found ourselves “damsels in distress”. Mandy helped me finish cleaning up and putting away things in the garage. She commented that she also noticed Mr. Simpson’s attention to my creative feminine feature. Then she complimented me on my quick thinking with the cousin story. I told her I was concerned that too many people would know Joann before Mom. Maybe it was time to tell her. We agreed to think about it for a while. A few nights later, Chrissy, from my soccer team, called to tell me this Monday was “Gurls Night Out”. All of the gurls would go to a bar after practice. I was both excited and disappointed. It would be fun to spend time with the gurls, but I was hoping to see Donny, again. My social life was finally beginning to bloom. Sunday night, as usual, I started to pack my bag with clothes to change into after practice. I wasn’t sure what to wear to be with the gurls. I called Chrissy and she said she was going to wear a short dress. I went into my closet and picked out a strapless one-piece short white dress with red trim. It was light and comfortable, sexy, yet not Escort Batıkent to showy. It was perfect for the occasion. I packed a strapless bra, bikini panties, and 3-inch high heeled sandals. My legs had a nice tan and this would show them off well. Monday afternoon I changed into my soccer outfit, grabbed my bag, and headed out the door. Bill was sitting on his front porch and waved to me. I waved back as I was getting into my car. During practice I noticed the absence of spectators. Chrissy explained that “Gurls Night Out” was a regular monthly event, so no boys came to try their luck afterward since we all left together. The practice went fast since we divided into two teams and played against each other, which apparently was aligned with the night out. Afterward, everyone went to the showers, cleaned up, and changed. I received compliments from everybody as I walked back into the locker room after changing. Coach June even gave me a little slap on my ass as she said, “Very nice, young lady.” Chrissy told me to follow her in my car to the bar. As it turned out, it was the same bar Donny and I went to a few weeks earlier. Chrissy said they go to this bar since it has an outside deck that can be accessed from the parking lot. Some of the gurls are not too passable, so discretion is important. The deck had three levels and we had the one to ourselves. As we sat and ordered drinks and snacks, I realized how comfortable I had become as Joann. Most of the others did not pass as a woman like Chrissy, June, and I. A few of them were actually pathetic. I wondered if they had someone like Sis to help them out. Once the drinks arrived and the conversations began, many questions regarding my transformation were being directed at me. Three or four of the gurls told me how good I looked and wished they could be so passable. I explained how Sis taught me to do my hair, make-up, and nails. I told them that every little detail was important. After an hour or so of being the center of attention, I couldn’t believe I offered to have the next “Gurl’s Night Out” at my house. My journey to becoming Joann was reaching a new level. I think every gurl gave me a kiss and a hug as we left for the night. When I got home I couldn’t wait to tell Sis about my night. Although she had mixed feelings about me inviting the soccer team over when I first told her, she was thrilled after she thought about it. She realized how much I appreciated her over the past few years. It would also be an opportunity to practice her art on such challenged gurls. At the end of our conversation, I went into my bedroom and took off my dress. Sis came in with a box and said, “I got some new sleepwear in the mail today. Do you want to try one of my silk nighties on? They are so comfortable in the summer.” I replied, “Thank you, Sis. Could you unhook me?” I turned around so she could unhook my strapless bra. Then she helped me remove my breast forms. We went to the bathroom so I could remove the adhesive with spray remover, clean my breasts, and apply some lotion. I took off my bikini panties and Sis handed me the silk thong. It felt so good as I pulled it on. The bra was also silk and sent chills through my body as it rubbed against my exposed nipples. I was in ecstasy as I pulled the nightie over my body. It, too, was silk causing it to glide against the silk bra and panty.
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