She was rocking back and forth with Bob inher arms."Let me show you the most interesting part. Every time he gets younger,his penis gets..." Marybeth ...at and lifted the hem of the now hugepeasant blouse to take a look, but she stopped short.She was frozen for a few seconds before she stood quickly and turnedher back to Bob. Her eyes were wide and wild."Oh, God." She whispered.She turned to look at Bob again and this time looked at his crotch morecarefully. "This isn't supposed to happen" Her. “Use your fingers. Stick them in me.”I slipped two fingers inside her slippery cunny and licked her button. Her body reacted to my tongue as I remembered my body did when I touched it at night when Jack was asleep. Then I started to do what I knew would trigger me. I sucked her button into my mouth and flicked my tongue over her sensitive point.Sensing that she had moved I looked up and saw that she had Jack’s erection in her mouth, sucking on it. I stopped what I was doing to pay better. Any transvestite/crossdresser/transgendered that thinks they know what women are TOTALLY about just can't face facts! Only GENETIC WOMEN and POST-OPERATIVE transsexuals will REALLY understand what inequities and problems REAL women face daily. (I say "POST-OPERATIVE", as these people have COMMITTED themselves to living in the opposite gender--quite a task--and best of luck to them).Getting back to the point of the subject line: There is nothing MORE EMBARRASING or detrimental to the TG movement. "That's what I worry about loosing."In my Yoeme dreaming, was I the Pascola or the Deer Dancer? Was I both? I felt the Sun on my back and dirt on my bare feet that were from a place that no longer held such. I felt the air moving around me and in it, the scent of mesquite. Voices joined me in song and I didn't know the words, but somehow my voice answered theirs. I sought the field of flowers in the dance I did in my own head, and as I had become used to, saw the new, bright flowers that were.