Prequel to “Incidents” Part 2Now what to do with Terry?She is out of the closet like a meteorite slamming into Mexico! Her mom is a nympho and Terry wants it all “right now.” We also have to deal with her father! OH Fuck!!!! He is an automotive engineer. Strait and does not care or ignores his wife’s liaisons. He has ignored Terry’s fem proclivities. AND Terry has decided that she want to be a woman! What the Fuck! Panic time! And Terry is having sex with me on a weekly, sometimes daily basis. Her mom is OK with having another daughter. But what to do? What the fuck are we going to tell her father? Buddy and I had a long “come to Jesus” talk with him about having another daughter. While we were talking, his sister popped in and said “cool.” Terry and I had had many talks about her transformation. I explained all of the variations. I talked about going on hormones. She wanted desperately to have fine body hair, hips, waist and breasts! Then there is the social integration which would not go well if she returned to school as a girl. Terry had been in counseling but this never came up. She was too smart to have that come out in a session. She was also OCD and she was anti-social. She was very gifted in education. Brilliant. Once we found the right doctor who took her off of wheat, her OCD became manageable. Like most gifted people, it did not improve her very social phobias. She began to focus more on her inner feelings. We had a bitch of a time finding a counselor who worked with transgendered people. We decided to send her and her sister Lauren, to a private school for the gifted where she could matriculate as a girl. Her ID would be Terry not Teddy. She loved the idea and we made it work financially. As a sophomore, she qualified for community college. Terry was always the smartest person in the room. While at college I asked her how it felt to be in a room with other smart people? She simply stated she was still the smartest person in the room. She had aced advanced calculus in the 10th grade. Terry was now living full time as a girl. Her sister loved having a “new” sister.The down side was she was addicted to sex with me and knew it was top secret. There was no one that was like her to connect with. We sent her off to university with a private apartment. No room mates. I counseled her to apply or join every Gay, CD, TV, confused group she could find. That way, hopefully, she would find others who were going thru the same experiences. That helped some but she was still anti-social and shy. She eventually found others like herself. We drifted apart somewhat but she still occasionally sent me pics. We would meet when she was in town. I think she took pity bahis firmaları on the “old guy”. LOLWe had taken a lot of pics over the years. Her mother was the photographer. She often directed our sex games. As Terry developed from about 12 to 15 years, you could see the growth as a woman. After puberty and on hormones, she became very feminine in body. Her weight went up and down over the years and during her undergrad years, she developed a more cultured persona. Damn but she was beautiful!We would dress in private, away from her mother, and love one another. I loved her as a boy but more so as a woman. Eventually, I came out to Buddy who believed I “just” became interested in CDing. Before, she “forced” me to cross-dress! She loved being dominant and feminized me. She loved directing Terry and our sexual escapades, even thou she had forbidden her own contact with Terry. Such discipline from a nympho! Our favorite activity which drove her mother insane was when Terry would bend her legs over her head and suck her cock. I would lick and probe her hole like a Honey Badger in heat. She loved that! If I was fast enough, I could just get to her and force her to let go of her dick and nuzzle in very close so we could both get facials and lick each other clean. Buddy would also pile in and join the lick fest. I tried to sick my dick into her when she was like that but I’m too small and my cock gets very hard. When I was young as she, I tried to get my mouth on my cock like she could but the joy was always a few inches away. I could still cream my face or cum in my mouth. I just loved to have Terry in my mouth. I was obsessed. I would suck her off in the parking lot, by the pool or in a police station if we were in one! The smell of her was intoxicating. I would hold her cock ever so lightly if it was flaccid. The warmth of my breath alone would make her beautiful cock grow and expand. Over the years, she grew to a magnificent 6 inches. I would lick the head, around and around until I got bored. I would then savor the texture by just sucking in the head and would ever so slowly twirl my tongue around. By this time, Terry is trying to drill my face. The bitch was always hard!I would eventually open my mouth wider and let her push deep. I could if I wished, deep throat her. I would hold her away and let my head control the depth and rhythm of my face fuck. At just the right moment, if she was standing, pull her ass into me and let her take the back of my mouth and cum! I would swallow or choke! Terry would blast hard and convulse as she spurted three or four times. I backed off to keep a nice mouthful to share with our post Head Job French kiss. After a long kaçak iddaa kiss swapping her cum back and forth, I would take her back in my mouth to suck out the last drop and then lick any dribble. Sometimes, depending on her position, cum would run down to her asshole. YUM! I never wanted to release her from my mouth and lips! If we could be welded together, that’s what I want done! Walking would be a bit of a problem?Her rosebud was delicious and her budding breasts irresistible. She always had silk stocking on which I would stroke until the garters snapped open. LOL. I loved every bit of her when we had sex. Our love making turned to slow pleasurable lusting as we learned so much about each other over the years. No longer was she just a teenager in a dress fucking and sucking an older guy. I was her lover, mentor, teacher, and somewhat mother. As Terry progressed on her journey, she wanted to become totally passable. That was easy, she was! We would go shopping for women’s clothing, shoes and wigs! We would go the salon and have her nails done and both pedicures. She always chose the color for me. She then was interested in the CD/TV gatherings in the area. I did not know about them but then and checked the Internet. We went to some of the social activities and Terry fit right in but still very shy. I just loved being there as a closeted CD and watching Terry work on social skills. The other gurls doted on her.Terry always was reluctant to engage with others in the gay community. She did not feel she was gay. When she came home or I visited, we would dress and love each other but neither felt we were gay. We would go out to restaurants and gay bars. I in civvies and her totally passable as my daughter. We would then head home (as she adjusted to being “out”) and make ravenous love to each other. Fuck I loved sucking her cock which had grown with her over the years but became soft and sensuous with the hormones. (I think I said this? Yep! I still do!) She was very fem indeed! She found she craved anal sex and having her cock sucked. She loved having her body worshiped as a woman. Her cock and mouth was just another way of happy time. She demanded (like her mother) what she wanted. Mostly with her legs in the air as I fucked her. She loved being face to face as we joined. To make me happy, she would gladly gobble my cock and then sodomize the fuck out of me, mainly face to face. She had stamina! I loved it when Buddy would use her strap-on on me and have Terry’s cock in my mouth. Terry would work herself up wild with a dildo and have me rub my dick all over her face, teasing, before feeding her my cock. Sometime she would get so carried away in an orgasm kaçak bahis that she would hurt me with her teeth. Being much younger than me, she could cum four or five time with rest. Me… I’m good for one great blast then a few fun anal orgasms. Like most of us, anal intercourse is more intimate. I can, and did, fall asleep with her still in my backside! Showering was a divine experience! I would soap her up like worshiping the Goddess Athena. Damn but the hot water tank would go out before I completed my lusty incantation and admiration.I also knew that I would soon have to wean her off of me and force her into the real world. She had a brilliant career as an engineer heading her way in which no one other than whom she chooses to tell, would know that she is a special woman. She is very happy now and occasionally finds partners who want what she has to offer. She is very discrete. She is following a great career but saddened by the fact that she has yet to find a life partner. She did suggest that I adopt her or at least let her become my life partner. It was sadly, not to be. Damn did I want her! Life for me turned to the military, a first hetro wife, and then a very kinky wife who loves to dress me out. Oh to give up such a relationship. Broke my heart BUT I knew it had to happen. I still had my daily escapades with her mother who did not what me to cast Terry adrift. It had to be done. I can still savor the taste of her cum in my mouth even though its’ been many years. Occasionally (she works internationally) she returns home and we have a loving reunion. Slowly, getting to remember each other, sharing the same bed, and very gently relive the past. Mostly just talking as gurls will into the night. It was a great experience to help Terry to be the woman I might have been but…. Buddy and I parted ways some years ago as the k**s were grown and flew the nest and I refused to cater to her even though she was in MI and me in Fl. It always had to be “all about her.” When I rejected that, she got pissed off. She always thought that she would divorce and marry me. OH Fuck NO. She was a nympho. I did love her and enjoyed our romps. All of this reminded me of my first entry into cross-dressing! I knew what she was going thru. I was the same age and had the same feelings. I did not have the advantage of being out of the closet other than being at Auntie James’ home and having his gay and Cross-dressing friend help to develop my feminine side. Damn did I love that! It was like I was an actress in a theatre who had a massive wardrobe and dressers. They loved to make me their doll. They did, however, regret I was hetro and a “breeder”. In hindsight, I wish I would have taken advantage of the sexual situation. BUT it was the late 60s and early mid 70s and there was so much fear of being a “faggot” or getting Hepatitis. I never wanted Terry to experience the “dark side” of transformation.