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Finally Susan decided to address the issue. “You know, that thing isn’t doing you or me any good as it is.” “So what do we do?” “Change it out. Have surgery. Switch from a useless dick to a pussy that we could both use.” “You want me to get rid of my dick and get a pussy?” “Why not? You dress as a woman. You live as a woman. You can’t make love like a man anymore. Get a pussy that we can both enjoy.” “I don’t know indian if I’m ready Fingering for that.” “We’ve been together for awhile now. Do this and after you’re healed, we’ll get married. And I’d rather be with a woman with a pussy that works, than someone with a dick that doesn’t.” “Married? After?” “After. You got accumulated vacation for the surgery, and I’ve got vacation to be able to take care of you while you’re recovering. And I swear, I’ll never ask you for anything more that you’re uncomfortable with.” Of course, she had bigtits already been checking out doctors. We scheduled it and the two of us went together. Susan held my shaved amateur hand as I went under, and was holding my hand as I woke up. Even with the drugs, it hurt like hell down there. It took two days before they took out the packing. After they did, they told me about dilating my new vagina. I had to start out dilating it four times a day to keep it stretched out properly, and it hurt like hell doing it. Dilation is essentially taking a dildo, lubing it and sticking it in my vagina. The tissues there had been totally reworked and were recovering from that, which is why everything hurt so much. It felt weird thinking in terms of having a vagina. No, my dick had been largely non-functional, but it was still a dick. Susan was with me most of the time during recovery, comforting me, kissing me, and caring for me. I hated the dilation, but Susan and the doctor told me it was necessary, so I kept at it. It happened slowly enough that I didn’t notice it but slowly, it quit hurting as I dilated. What shocked me was the day I stuck my dilator in and it felt good for the first time. I took it slow and easy – I didn’t realamateur want to mess anything up. I eased the dilator in and out of my pussy, and instead of the pain I once felt, I now felt pleasure. I began rocking my hips back and forth as I slowly and gently fucked myself with the dilator, until I leaned back, arched my back and had a full on orgasm, like nothing I’d ever felt before. Susan was out running errands when all that happened, but I told her when she returned. He slowed his stroking and clicked the link. I shaved said I have enough room to sponsor a couple of slaves, and to keep them busy in the day time they can bigtits work here with you. Jay picked me up at 7 sharp in a late model car. She tossed our clothes in the laundry room, took up her glass, indian and led me through the master bedroom and into the bath. My eyebrows shot up at hearing this. Was realamateur that because the first one was Fingering so strong that you couldn’t cum again, or did the boy not even try?” Go put you stockings and skirt on and try on the camisoles." And for 20 mins I stroked him but he was no where to cum. The man looks her up and amateur down and starts to stand up as he asks her about the drinks available. I didn’t care if I took a shower and washed the feel of him off of me. I just shrugged. There is enough space in the farmhouse.