Friday, 26 August 2011
It was the little things about his transformation that Sean liked to savour. Some nights he savoured the way his breasts bounced within the confines of his grey shirt and the way his dainty feet tip toed silently down the stairs, or how he could tell that by simply bending down for a beer, hearing his thong stretch taught with the tension, there would be millions of men wishing they could fuck him senseless.
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