They were at college together.”“So what? I didn’t know your brother was a journalist.”“He’s not. He’s a civil servant at the Ministry of...Transport, based in Leeds.”“So this journo was a friend of your brother’s. Again, so what?”“He’s a top notch investigative reporter and he’d just written a piece about the local Truth and Freedom party in Normanton.”“Normanton?” asked Paul looking puzzled.“It’s a small market town a few miles outside of Wakefield in West Yorkshire.”Paul nodded, and then waved. She leaned forward and as soon as the head of his cock peeped through her mounds, she licked and poked at it with her tongue. The taste of his precum was all it took and she released her breasts, moving her head lower and firmly planted her mouth on his knob. Her left hand took its place at the base of his cock and her right hand reached down between her own thighs. Her tongue eagerly penetrated his slit as her hand squeezed the base; tasting and holding his cock just like a lollipop. She. ..'I wasn't upset about his dressing up, but it hurt that he kept it asecret. I now understand why he did keep it to himself, and I might havedone the same thing in his position. For some reason, I wasn't upsetabout seeing him become Jennifer, and in some ways, I felt even closer tohim. I was surprised by how well he managed out in public with a man.Surprisingly seeing him this way didn't bother me and I actually felthappy for him to be able to experience these things.Maybe it's because I'm. In fact she was delighted. Her minister had helped her overcome her archaic reservations about sex and since her last time with the talented Reverend Gillis she had made friends with the college team quarterback... close friends. When she arrived back in her dormitory room on the night of Tuesday, September 25 she was happy with herself. The randy quarterback had not had the staying power of her minister but his gratitude for what may well have been his first piece of tail made up for her own.