"Only you can decide. As I said, I am a female, have always beenfemale. Part of me would encourage you to accept femininity andenjoy it. And I assure ...ou it really can be very enjoyable."She smiled gently, almost tenderly, at David."And of course I am here to guide you to it, to help you along thepath to it. So on both those counts I am admittedly biassed. Butpart of me can conceive of your dilemma, understand your feelings.In the end only you can decide. Only you have the. Then something Linda had said caught up with me. It was the word “love” that did it. I loved Jen, but not, as I said, romantically. Was love the key? Whose love? My love for someone or someone for me, or both? Any kind of love? I’ve interacted with and been friends with and loved a lot of women in a lot of ways in my life. This worried me like an icy wolfhound had sunk its maw in my guts and was shaking me like a rag doll. Was every woman I’d ever had a kind thought about going to eventually. Even the cardigan didn't make her unappealing.I looked at the time again. Then I saw the odd movement inside the booth. The girl's skirt flicked a little and it looked like one hand was pushed under, moving rhythmically. Surely not! In broad daylight, and in such a public place. She wasn't talking on the phone, it was still on the hook. Her eyes were shut, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip.The movement of her hand under her skirt was obvious now that I looked, but from anywhere more than. I agreed with a smile. When he kissed me at the top of the stairs with a deep tongue, everything warmed up quickly. Once downstairs on his couch, he turned into an a****l. He kissed me deeply over and over with his huge mouth and long tongue and pulled me close with his strong hands. A strong guy myself, I could not help but notice his powerful grip on me. He quickly took my shirt off and sucked on my nipples while placing my hand firmly on the growing bulge in his shorts. His boxers were.