I as I was maybe. Or I as I am tobe. On Sunday, I remember (as I was taught so long ago) that it is thetruth that we shall know sometime, whatever tru...h might be. That we willknow it when we trample on garments of shame, that it is when the two areone, when the outside is like inside and the male with the female neithermale nor female -- that it is then that truth at last is seen.Is there a more essential me, more essential you, him, her? Someonedeeper than our name suggests, someone who is. I had to tread carefully, but I couldn’t be too careful, or we might not resolve the situation in a way that let us be together.“Is this going to be an issue between the two of you?” I asked.“No,” Elizaveta said. “It’s just as traditional and proper as she is...”“You wonder why she behaved the way she did? The only way to know is to ask her.”“But that’s a totally private thing! You even said so!”“Yes, I did. But perhaps, in this case, it’s necessary.”“I’m not sure I’d feel comfortable asking. Suddenly she Deep throated my shaft and without gagging continued to give me an expert blowjob. Boy this girl was learning and she was learning fast as she groaned with my dick still in her mouth. This nearly had me cumming but I managed to exercise control and she sucked and jerked like a women possessed. All the while she was busy. I hadn’t taken any notice of other things going on so I missed that she moved her left hand from my balls and was busy rubbing away at her crotch. I moved slightly. It wasn't too long before a crowd of horny voyeurs started crowding around the door and the hallway to watch all the action, and I made sure to put on a good show by pulling his dick out of my mouth to show off the size of his cock, licking the length of his shaft & swallowing his balls. After about five minutes of this, he motioned for a young stud (who was watching & stroking his dick just outside the door) to come in and join the fun. When the young stud entered I immediately began to devour.