I felt Emma's hands reach round me from behind andgently grip my nipples, oddly, it began to feel as though she weregripping my chest entirely, but ho... was that possible?I was a totally flat-chested male, my nipples felt unnaturallysensitive as she turned them, I felt long silky hair flowdown my face and neck, I guessed it was Emma's. Sue shook again withanother orgasm, she screwed up her face tight, at that moment, I feltmyself release, I saw Sue's eyes widen as she received my load,suddenly I. They bring me my meals and check on me periodically, just in case. It's nice, but it's not a home, more like a transition point. It reminds me of the name of that old British sitcom, "Waiting For God".It won't be long now. I welcome it. My cocktail of current drugs do nothing but blunt the pain.But it gives me peace, and time to remember.I can still recall vividly the first night we welcomed CeCe back into our bed. Slow and tentative, exploring, touching the remembered with new appreciation. It. Then he stepped back again and slipping one hand behind my back and one behind my knees, lifted me and carried me out of the lounge and into my bedroom, where he lay me gently on my bed and immediately began to touch, stroke, lick and kiss my whole body. His hands and his tongue made my breasts come to life like never before, and the rest of my body followed suit. I was totally amazed at the incredible sensations of sexual pleasure I got from having my toes sucked, and my inner thighs, oh god,. " she fumbled for a moment, "my name is Zoe Elizabeth Trafford." And how old are you, Zoe?" I'm nineteen," she said.I glanced at her; she met my eyes steadily."You look to be about twelve," I commented."I know. Some men like it that way." Do you want to tell me about it?" I was a little – not much, but a little – calmer."I suppose," she said. "My father's military," she began, "and very strict, so I never had a boyfriend; no-one wanted to face him. Besides, look at me; as you say, I look like a.