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Even Big Girls Need Love Hi, my name is Donna Wilkinson, I am 19 years old, I work in a pharmaceutical packing company, on the packing line. My boyfriend, David Johnson is 18 years old, has just started an apprenticeship as an electrician, we live together in a small flat in a place called Doncaster which is in South Yorkshire. I am a typical overweight teenage girl, 5' 8" tall and weigh 205lbs, my hair is shoulder length black, I have a pretty but chubby face, a small double chin and chubby creamy white neck, leading down to 42"DD breasts, my figure is 42" 36" 42", I take a UK size 24 in clothes, my bum and hips are quite large, like sitting on a cushion, for a girl of my size my legs are reasonably shapely, my large thighs taper down to nicely chubby feminine knees and I do have shapely calfs, and size 6 feet. My arms are typical for a girl of my size smooth creamy skin, but plump, I have bingo wings where my bra sits and my fingers are chubby and quite small with ?" nails that today are painted a deep red. If someone were to ask me my best features I would say my face and calfs. David, my boyfriend is 3" taller than I am; he is also overweight weighing 230lbs Being male he is quite handsome short brown hair a wide neck his chest is 42", waist 40. His legs are quite well muscled, with an over covering of fat, he takes size 8 shoes, his arms are muscled but have a layer of fat his fingers broad with short nails, sometimes with dirt from work behind them. We have a car a 10 year old Ford Escort, which Dave manages to keep going, we moved to Doncaster about a year ago, when the pharmaceutical company I worked for in Bradford opened another factory here in Doncaster and they wanted girls with the experience to work at the new packing plant, so I am a charge hand on the packing line. So you get the general picture, we are a typical teenage couple, living in a one bed flat with kitchen, bathroom and living room, Dave loves football, cricket, working on our car and doing DIY, I enjoy cooking, soap operas, bingo with the other girls from the factory and looking after Dave, we go out to the local pub on Friday night and into town on Saturday night, Dave drinks pints of lager and I drink halves, sometimes white wine. Our love life is active, Dave adores my big boobs and wishes they would grow bigger, I love being fucked by him and we seem the perfect couple, which we are now! But a year and a half ago I was a discontented David Johnson, and my friend Donna Wilkinson was equally discontented, as usual we were in Bradford, having coffee and I was complaining how easy it was for a girl to get a job, but for a boy it's hard, Donna of course disagreed, telling me how hard it was to be an overweight girl and I should try it sometime, she'd love to have been a boy like me. We had known each other for years, both of us had been through the care system and now I lived in a bed sit while she had a small flat. This struck a chord with me as I had always felt that I should have been a girl, I happened to say, "Donna, if I could change with you I would." She retorted, "Bollocks, you mean to say you'd like to be a 'fat bird' like me!" "You're not fat," I argued, "you're cuddly and yes if I had the chance I would want to be just like you." She looked long and hard at me and said, "Come on back to my place, I'm going to call your bluff mister - or should I say missy." I was mystified. "What are you on about?" I questioned her. "You just wait and see, come on we've a lot of to sort out." She got up slipped on her pink rain coat, I put on my fleece and followed her to her flat. When we got to her flat and closed the door, she said, "Right, you want to be me, get undressed." "W. w.what," I stammered. "Get undressed," she repeated as she started taking her clothes off. I was stunned and followed suit, soon we were both naked, she took a tape measure out and measured me, my measurements were 42 chest and 40" waist. She muttered, "They should fit, what size shoes doyou take?" "Errrr size 6," I squeaked. She grunted, "Be a bit tight for me, but they should do." I looked in the full length mirror near the door. There we were, both of us overweight. I had small man boobs hanging down, my belly had rolls of fat; Donna had huge boobs, her belly also had rolls of fat, but the big difference was she had large thighs, what people call love handles on her hips, a large female bum. So apart from the boobs, hips, bum and thighs we were a similar shape! I finally realised what she had muttered and asked, "Do for what?" She smiled at me. "To wear, you are going to get your wish and become me, while I become you well for tonight anyhow - unless-" She left the end of the sentence hanging. "Now let's start with your hair." She took me to the bathroom and made me wash and condition my shoulder length black hair, then she smeared Nair over the few hairs I had on my chest, legs and under arms, saying a girl has to make sure she is always free of hair. I was now starting to get turned on as I realised tonight was going to be unusual. She saw my arousal and slapped my hardening dick right on the end. "Ouch!" I squealed. "That bloody hurt." "It was meant to," she giggled, "have to stop a bulge appearing in the front of your skirt." As I stood there she washed he brown hair and towel dried it, then taking me into her bedroom proceeded to style my hair using her hair drier, heated brush and tongs. After 20 minutes she was satisfied. She then started to thin my eyebrows into a shape similar to hers, then concealer, foundation, blusher, false eyelashes mascara, eyeliner and eyeshadow followed, finally red lip stick and matching stick on long fingernails. Finally satisfied she let me look and there was a female me staring back from the mirror. My hair and eyebrows were similar to Donna's, my make up also was like she usually wore. The only thing that gave the game away was my rapidly hardening member and lack of glorious boobs like hers. Again she slapped the end of my member. "Ouch," I squealed again. "For gods sake get your knickers on girl and then tights and then this." She grinned holding up a high waisted girdle. By now I was in automatic. I went to the clothes she had just taken off picked up her used knickers and a shiver spread through me as I slipped them on. I picked up her discarded tights and managed to get them on without damaging them, then the flesh coloured girdle, which certainly stopped any thought of an erection. She came back into the bedroom passed me a pair of rice stuffed balloons and told me to get dressed and put them into my bra! She picked up my clothes, went into the bathroom and said, "I'll see you in the living room when you're ready - Donna. Your watch and jewellery are on the dressing table along with your perfume." With that I was left to get dressed in Donna's clothes. I picked up the black Bra 42DD and slipped my arms through the straps. Fastening it proved to be impossible, so I took it off, fastened it at the front slid it round arms through the straps and settled it in place. I put the cooked rice filled balloons into the cups and felt the weight of my 'breasts' pulling on my shoulders. I briefly wondered how she had that amount of cooked rice in. I settled my bra then picked up the purple polyester blouse with gold buttons and chiffon sleeves on, shuddering as the silky material slid across my exposed skin, I then picked up the black pencil skirt, managed to work it up to my waist and after tucking my blouse in fastened it. I slipped my feet into her 3" black court shoes on, they were a bit large so I stuffed some tissues into the toes, fastened the ankle straps and stood. After a lot of wobbling I managed to make it to the dressing table. I put on her pink watch and a gold bracelet, then on my right arm I slipped a handful of different coloured bracelets on. I fastened a necklace with a heart shaped pendant around my neck, sprayed perfume around my neck and wrists then stood and looked in the full length mirror. I was shocked to the core, looking back at me was a chubby overweight girl with black shoulder length hair. As I said I was stunned, but surprises were not over for today. "Donna, are you ready yet?" a male sounding voice shouted through the door. "Err I think so," I managed to squeak, walking slightly unsteadily to the door, opening it the sight that met my eyes was someone dressed in my clothes with stubble on his cheeks. Then, silly me, I realised it was Donna. My mouth hung open, (s)he grinned at me. "Not bad eh Donna," he said in a deepish voice, "I had the stubble left over from a fancy dress party, never thought it would come in useful - now remember YOU are now Donna so when you talk, talk like a girl, now tell me your name and where you work." Remembering what (s)he had just said I said, "Hi I'm Donna Wilkinson, I work at Rand Pharmaceuticals." "Nearly there," she said and coached me until she was happy with my voice. I started feeling comfortable in her clothes until (s)he said, "Right, get your coat and handbag we're going shopping." Once again my mouth hung open. "But, but, but," I stammered. "No buts girl, you wanted to be me, now you are, come on girlie." Defeated I picked up the pink raincoat and her black shoulder bag and followed him out of the flat. "For today you're Donna so it's your flat, don't forget to lock up love," said a grinning me. "Ok Dave," I meekly answered, "where we going?" (s)he grinned at me and answered, "To get the New Donna a new dress for tonight and get the New Dave a new shirt and trousers and under stuff, so he can take his girlfriend to the pictures tonight! Oh and both of us some shoes that fit." "No, no Dave I can't do it." He grinned. "Of course you can, look you're even calling me by my real name. Now come on Donna, no one's going to notice another fat bloke and his girlfriend." That shut me up and meekly I tottered after him. He looked at me and said, "Slip your arm through mine for a bit of support until you get used to heels." We walked for a while, then Dave said, "Donna darling, just walk ahead of me for a while." Unlinking arms I did as I was asked. "Ok sweetheart that's great." He caught up to me and without thinking I linked my arm with his. "What you need is more padding around your hips, bum and thigh," he announced. "And I know just the place we can get you some." "Why?" I asked. He looked at me saying, "You wanted to be me. The padding will give you the proper shape and an idea what it feels like." We got to a theatrical costumiers/fancy dress hire shop and went in. "Hi Wendy," the new Dave said, "it's me Donna." Wendy looked and said, "Christ Donna what-" She got cut off when Dave said, "Me and the boyfriend are going to a fancy dress as each other, but he doesn't have the right bum or hips and I wondered if you can sort him out." Wendy looked and then said, "He doesn't have the right boobs either as low cut top would make it more believable." Dave shrugged and said, "I know that but we're a bit skint so we have to make do." "Have you got a spare ?50?" Wendy asked. Dave thought for a second. "Err I think we can manage that - why?" Wendy beamed and said, "I've got a pair of breast forms that I've had in for a while and need to get rid of, they would give the new Donna here the right shape and bounce, and I've also got some padding that'll give her the right shape." "Oh Wendy," Dave exclaimed, "you're brilliant, what do you reckon Donna?" I thought for a moment and finally said, "Whatever you think Dave." He beamed. "Right Wendy, we'll have them." Wendy looked at us and said, "I'll show you how to fix them, then you'll be able to do it on the night." "Brilliant," Dave said. Wendy locked the shop door and took us through the back. She made me strip down to my (or rather Donna's underwear). "What's the girdle for?" she asked. "Well he keeps getting excited and this kind of stops him," Dave answered. Wendy thought for a while and said, "Seeing as it's for you I'll sell you the ultimate cachet sex for another ?50. I had it made for a customer but they wanted blond pubic hairs and this came with black, so again it's on my hands. I'd rather make a slight loss than loose the whole amount - and you can pay me next month." Dave gave Wendy a bear hug. "You are a great mate. We'll do it won't we Donna?" I nodded, so I stripped right down to bare skin. The thing she came out with was a flesh coloured creation with padding around the thighs, round the hips and bum. Wendy then powdered me and made me put it on telling me that it was stronger than it looked. I pulled it up and she showed me where I had to slot my dick into a tube so I had to sit down to pee. I then pulled it up to my belly button, and there I was, instant fat thighs, broad hips and large feminine bum. Next she placed the boobs onto my chest, positioned them carefully, then to my horror spread adhesive over my chest and before I could protest the breastforms were glued to my chest. After ten minutes I was allowed to stand up. The weight of these pulled on my chest, making me want to pick them up to relieve my shoulders. Wendy then showed me how to hide the joints using make up. Then I was measured, my new figure was 42, 38 42, bra size DD! The new Dave was made up. "That's brilliant Wendy, she's the same size as me." Wendy then showed us that the cachet sex had an artificial vagina which felt like the real thing and I could actually have sex as a girl. Wendy then helped me on with my bra, then she said to Dave, "While Donna dresses I've got something for you, come this way." As they left she said, "See you in the shop Donna, once you're dressed." I picked up the black nylon panties and slid them up my now large thighs. I sat down to put the tights on and it was like sitting on two cushions. My bum felt huge. I slipped into the purple blouse and it did fit better with my new boobs, then the skirt. I slipped it up my legs, stened it up. It was tight around the boobs, but before it went straight over my male hips, now it was a tight fit over my pretend female hips and bum. But I managed and got it zipped up. Looking in the full length mirror I saw that the clothes now fit me as they should. I now actually had the same figure shape as Donna. I couldn't help but admire my new comely figure. I picked up my pink coat and handbag and walked into the shop. Dave was stood there grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Babe," he said to me, "you look fabulous, a proper woman." I flushed and felt strangely happy that he liked my new womanly shape. We both put some money together to pay for the new extras and left the shop. Once outside I automatically linked arms with Dave as we walked into the city centre. I was now thinking of Dave as he and me as Donna and she. I was enjoying myself, doing something I had dreamed about for years. "Are you having fun Donna?" Dave asked. I smiled at him. "Oh yes, it's great, but with the padding I have to walk different, it takes a bit of getting used to." This was true, before I had the extra padding I could walk in a male fashion, now to stop the top of my legs from rubbing together I had to walk with my legs slightly apart, which caused my hips and bum to move in a very female manner. He grinned at me. "You'll soon get used to it Babe." We got to a branch of Matalan's which sell cheap clothes and I was steered to the ladies department and the dresses. Dave quietly instructed me to choose dresses I liked and get a size 24, then hold them in front to see how they would look. While I was doing that he went to buy some trousers, boxers socks and a pair of shoes. He came back and I was still engrossed in looking at dresses. He slid his arm around me, squeezed me and kissed my cheek. "Anything you like Babe." Excitedly I showed him a black and white dress with a wrap over style around the bust and a straight skirt, also an emerald green dress with a pleated skirt and a sweetheart neckline. "Well go and try them on," he ordered. It was with some trepidation that I went to the changing rooms, but no one even noticed, even after trying them on and parading before Dave. I simply couldn't make my mind up. The two dresses were only ?10 each, so I ended up buying the two; I then went and bought a pair of 3" black strappy sandals and a black full length underskirt. It was just after three when we walked home. Getting to the house I went and hung up my dresses and Dave's trousers and also a jacket. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my dream, in my mind I was Donna. Guiltily I ran my hands up and down my considerable body, loving the feeling of my podgy belly, my soft female bum, wide hips and glorious boobs. I secretly wished all there could be mine. I loved the way the make up hid all traces of my masculinity, I was simply an overweight girl with black shoulder length hair and quite pretty. A voice shouted from the living room, "Donna honey, could you make some coffee love." I answered, "Ok Dave, I'll bring it through," as I walked to the kitchen. It struck me, I was acting like a girl and loving it, loving not having to make decisions, as Donna I was a giver not a taker, and how I wished I could stay like this! I took the coffee into the room, and sat next to Dave, as it was Saturday afternoon he had the football on, his arm slid around my shoulders and I leant onto him, snuggling my considerable breast into him, he squeezed my shoulder and said, "well how is it being Donna?" dreamily I replied "great, it's everything I hoped it would be and more", he looked at me and said, "what even all the padding and boobs" I smiled and confirmed "even with the padding and boobs" then I added "in fact I was just wishing that the padding and boobs were all mine." He looked at me, and then kissed me. Automatically my arm slipped around his neck as he kissed me. I moaned and his tongue slipped into my mouth. I moaned again. We parted and his hand moved to my boob. I looked at him as he kneaded the flesh. "It's a pity they are not my own, then I could feel your touch," I whispered. He smiled at me and as I watched he undid my blouse, reached around me and I felt my bra go loose and my considerable mummeries were free. He moved my bra to one side and I could really appreciate the size and texture of my boobs. They were creamy soft with a ?" luscious nipple a deep pink in colour. It was surrounded my a darker pink disc about an inch and a half across just like the real thing. He kissed his way down and took the nipple into his mouth. I moaned, wishing I could feel him suck on my nipple. I ran my fingers through his hair, then really moaned as I could feel him sucking on my nipple. It was amazing, I simply couldn't believe it. When I looked at the nipple he had sucked on it had doubled in size and was firm and plump! He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger and the sensations that shot through to my own nipple was sensational. I let out a squeal. "You like that Babe?" he asked. "Oh god yes. How can I feel this how can it be so good?" I moaned. Grinning he explained to me that when he sucks on my nipples it creates a vacuum which such up my own nipple which the come into contact with some bristles which stimulate my own nipples. I begged him for more, and soon both my nipples were engorged and I was writhing in bliss. He guided my hand and rested it on his crutch. I felt a bulge there and pulled back from kissing him. "Is that what I think it is?" With a mouth full of nipple he told me to find out. I unzipped his trousers and moved them down. Feeling inside his boxers I felt a dick, a wonderful dick, it was 6 or 7 inches long and about an inch across. I felt further and it was attached to a pair of large hairy balls! "Oh god," I said in wonderment. "You like Babe?" he asked. By now I was panting. "Like, like, I absolutely LOVE it." My excitement was out of control. "Can you use it?" I asked. "Want to find out?" he answered. By now I was on my knees, kneeling over him. "Yes course I do." He cupped my face gave me a kiss and told me to "Go into the bedroom, put on a sexy nightie and wait for me in bed." He told me where I would find my nighties so off I scampered, my boobs flopping about. When I got to the bedroom excitedly I found the nighties and chose a black satin ? 'A' line nightie with elasticised lace straps. It was darling. I rapidly stripped off admiring my gorgeous body, loving everything about it. I slipped the nightie on, worked it over my monstrous boobs down my proud female bum to where it finished halfway down my thighs. I redid my lipstick and scent and climbed into bed. As I laid back my boobs tried to slide underneath my arms, but the nightie stopped them. I lay there for a couple of minutes when Dave came around the door. We looked at each other as he walked to the bed. His dick was veined with a livid purple head. As he climbed into bed I reached for him. It was lovely and warm. The skin was so, so soft. As I wanked him he moaned. Finally he was on his knees next to me, teasing my nipples and sucking them to drive me wild. "Dave," I asked in a small voice, "make me Donna. Please oh please make me Donna." He climbed between my considerable thighs and I guided him into my false vagina. The feeling as he slipped inside me was amazing. The shaft of his dildo ran across the head of my penis, the pre cum lubricated my false pussy. He settled down, taking his weight on his elbows, playing with my nipples and passionately kissing me. "Donna oh Donna," he sighed at me, "you are beautiful. I absolutely adore you figure, you are my ideal woman." Running my fingers though his hair, I cooed at him, "Then make me your woman for ever." With that he started to make love to me. Pounding in and out of me, making me cum, not once but three times. He however came a lot more. Soon I was laid in his arms, he as playing with my boobs I was in heaven. I was Donna, I had just been made love to as Donna by my boyfriend Dave. As I lay there I sighed, "Ohhhh Dave, I wish this could last forever. I feel so complete, like I should feel, a contented woman with her hunky lover." He was silent for a while. Then he took my chin, turned my head and kissed me full on the lips, then whispered, "Do you mean that? I mean really mean that?" I kissed him back saying, "If there was a way I could stay as Donna I would grab it with both hands!" I stroked his bandaged chest. "That must be so uncomfortable, pressing your boobs like that." He frowned, saying, "I wish I could just take them off, I hate having boobs." I kissed him again and told him, "I wish you could take them off and put them on my chest. Oh I dream about having boobs like yours, and a bum and hips like yours, and then I could feel it when you grope me, mmmmm - yes that's my dream!" He was quiet for a while, then said, "If there was a way for you to stay as Donna, are you really serious? Serious enough to go through with it?" Without a moments hesitation I cried, "I would grab it with both hands. It's my dream to be female, I have always known I was born in the wrong body." He smiled at me. "I have always felt the same way, that's why I hate being a girl." This came as a complete shock to me. I turned and looked at her and managed to say, "We both want the same thing." He nodded. "Donna, how do you think of yourself now?" I thought for a second and replied, "As Donna Wilkinson, and you are Dave Johnson my boyfriend. I think of you as a he and me as a she." (I am going to refer to the two in their new gender from now on). He smiled at me and hugged me. Happily I snuggled into him. "Dave," I said dreamily, "what did you mean when you asked me if there were a way, is there a way?" He asked me the time and I told him it was just after six. He kissed me and said, "Right Donna, get a shower and ready, we'll go to the pub tonight for a few drinks and a long talk and pick up a Curry on the way home." I scurried out of bed and into the shower. Drying my considerable false boobs and hips took some time. Dave called, "Use anything you need from the clothes in the bedroom, if you agree they will be yours soon!" Again I wondered what he meant, but forgot to ask him as I searched through the draws for a clean black bra, panties, and girdle. The only girdle I could find had suspenders, so I rooted through the drawers until I found a pair of stockings. As I slipped these up my legs Dave arrived in the room and wolf whistled. I grinned broadly at this. Soon I was putting my bra on. Dave asked if I wanted a hand, but I was determined to put the damn thing on as a girl would. Eventually I managed it and made my false boobs comfortable. Now for my make up, Dave helped me with this telling me what to do while I did the work. He tidied up my eyebrows so they were exactly the same as the real Donna's. Eye liner and false eyelashes were a pig to do, mascara was not too bad and the lipstick was simple. I combed and styled my hair with guidance from Dave, then I was ready to get dressed. Fist the full length black polyester underskirt, then my new dress. I undid the back zip and slipped into it. The short sleeved bodice skimmed my substantial breasts. When I pulled the zipper up the wrap over was cradling my boobs, really making them stand out, giving me an impressive cleavage. I was so, so happy. I slipped my new strappy sandals on. Finally I picked up a teal coloured shrug and slipped into it. It was a bit tight on my podgy arms. I combed and brushed my shoulder length black hair and was ready. "You'll find a jacket in the wardrobe, it's a bit cold outside," Dave informed me. I went into the large wardrobe that was crammed with clothes. I selected a cream faux fur ? jacket and shuddered as I put it on. I sprayed myself with perfume and picked up my handbag following Dave out of the door. I locked the door and went into the street. Linking my arm with Dave, I squeezed his arm and excitedly whispered, "I'm having soooo much fun, I never want to be a man again." He smiled at me saying, "Just you wait babe." We walked down to a pub. At the bar I stood behind my boyfriend while he got the drinks, a pint and a half of lager. Passing me the half he lead me to a table. I took my coat off and sat down. He sat next to me, taking my hand into his. I took a sip of my half, thrilled at the sight of lipstick left on the rim of the glass. "Right," I said to him, "what's the idea you've got, and why will all your clothes be mine?" He took a good drink of his pint and started. "You want to stay as Donna, don't you?" I nodded and said, "More than anything after today." "Good," he said, "'cos I think I know how you can." I gave a little squeak of excitement. "Shush," he grinned. "Sorry," I whispered, "but how, tell me how." He took another drink and continued. "You move in with me, you become Donna Wilkinson full time, I become David Johnson your boyfriend. Now, at work we package among other things high strength hormone replacement medication for men and women. It arrives in thousands of loose tablets for packing and it's really easy to get some, so I get hold of this high strength female hormone tablets and you take a couple a day and in a year you will have your own female bum, hips and thighs. Your skin will soften like mine is and as you are still young, your voice may change." I was grinning widely hearing this, and then he added, "Oh and you'll have your own boobs!" "Wow Oh Wow," I breathed. "Yes, oh yes, but what about you?" "Well that's simple. I take high strength male hormones and turn into Dave. My boobs will shrink, the fat will move from my hips, bum and thighs to my belly. I'll grow hair like a man, all over my body, thick and coarse while yours will become fine and feminine. My voice will deepen and eventually I'll grow a beard!" I was amazed with this. "You mean this will actually happen?" He nodded and replied, "If you want it to it will." I squealed again ad threw my arms around his neck, giving him a big kiss. "Yes, oh yes, let's get started!" Dave gave a broad grin and kissed me. Then he told me how we were going to pull this off. Tomorrow we would go to my digs, me as his girlfriend, him as me and collect all my clothes and move in to the flat as a couple. From then on I would become Donna all the time. I would live and breathe Donna, all her clothes were now mine, her jewellery and make up were mine, I would keep the flat clean, cook, shop, do everything a woman would do, so far I was deliriously happy. The new Dave would only be Donna at work. As soon as she left work she would become he. When she moved to the Doncaster factory I would take her place and she would become David Johnson full time. "But I don't know how to do your job," I protested. He grinned at me. "You soon will, because I'll get you a casual job on the line. They don't ask for much id, just a NI number, so probably next week or the week after you'll be working with me! Two Donnas, you'll be able to go out with the other girls." "Once we start on the hormones, I'm going to have my hair cut short and live as a man. I'll buy a wig to match your hair style, so to get rid of my boobs I'm going to have to do some gym time, and do things men do, go to football matches, cars, all that man stuff." I butted in excitedly, "And I've got to behave like Donna, bingo with the girls, cooking, washing, ironing, keeping you happy in bed, soap operas, chick flicks! Oh god I just can't wait to be you!!!" I was determined to be a typical factory girl. We had a few more drinks and left, picking up a curry on the way home. I set the table. Dave shouted through, "Get me a beer love." Which I happily did. I was going to live my dream - for the rest of my life. We finished our supper and I washed the pots. Coming back into the room I snuggled next to my boyfriend. He kissed me deeply. "Happy Donna?" "Yes, oh yes," I answered, reaching inside his jeans for his false dick, dreaming of the day his real dick would be entering my real pussy. Should I continue? This is up to you...........................