One PM on Sunday was what they called "The Chronological Mystery Zone," but it was always their time to have luxurious and extended sex without the pr...ssing needs of the work week. And the need to nap pulling them away from the intoxicating world of entangled bodies to the otherworldly realm of dreams, where you might be trying to hunt a comically large pig with your mom's friends for some reason, held no power. She pecked his lips, then quietly shushed him. She licked his lips and kissed his. “Good question. Our goal is to get that group whittled down to a manageable size like a hundred or two. Stay with our formation if possible.” John released the button on the mic, “Tony how many ships do we have?” John asked, he spun his command seat around and could see many ships forming up on the back three screens.“Reporting.” It sounded like Lulu.“How many ships are joining us, Lulu?” John asked. Tony looked at John. John looked back at Tony, winked, and held his index finger to his lips. The fact is, I am spending so much time as Emma,that my daily mannerism and speech are becoming more and more feminine.Even when I am in Evan mode, I catch myself using my well-practicedhigher octave feminine voice and my hand and arm movements are equallyfeminine.My European co-workers must believe I am gay. I believe I amtransgendered. My dressing went past crossdressing a long time ago.Following taking some deep breathes, which is hindered by my waistcincher, I ask my wife if I should bother. This was a new creature, one that he did not know. She was goading the deformed little man on with her hands and pumping hips like a nymphomaniac gone wild. Her muscles strained under the tightness of her skin and Kevin could sec the cords of her inner thighs standing out like taunt ropes ready to snap against the pressure as she thrust her pelvis forward again and again against the munching face buried deep into her already throbbing cunt."You see, my young friend, she does not need your.