.."Mike came over to stand beside her and looked at his selections; in particular, Lois was waving the mouse pointer at the checked box for Transgende.... "You did this?" she asked."I must have..." The light dawned. "You're a guy?" No," Lois replied, "But I'm leaving..." Hold it -- if you're not a guy, why are you leaving? How would you know I'd checked that? And why would it matter?" Mike was massively confused."What?" Lois was upset and irritated -- and it headed toward anger. "How dense are. "But then again, maybe I haven't been giving you your due all these years," she whispered seductively, kissing him on his cheek.David blushed, not sure of how to respond. This friendly behavior from his ex-wife was throwing him for a loop. He didn't know how to react. Should he respond in kind, or would she just respond in anger for his making assumptions? Should he just ignore it like he had been, and risk insulting her? Well, he didn't have to worry about it much longer. They'd all be in bed. It wouldn't be the first time I stuck my fingers or face in and "cleared the firing chamber" to get more friction again. Sometimes it's the cream pieness of it that makes me neeeed to keep going! Mood, energy, position can all make a difference.It brings up something I've noticed and contemplated... If I fuck someone and cum inside, the reduced friction my not be quite enough sensation compared to 10 minutes ago, but for the life of me, now matter HOW fucked out I am, if a pussy is filled with. One weekend I met my girlfriend Mona for a lunch with our friends. After lunch we both left them and moved to my home. On the way in car her driver was driving and we both at back seat she was hugging my arms and lying on my shoulders. Suddenly she lowered her right hand over my jeans and gave a press, immediately I shock went into my body. I just looked her, she smiled naughtily and romantically. I was gone at that smile. I forgot to tell about my girl. She is fair and structured figure..