The girl bent low and returned the favor but Claire had no milk to give the submissive and attentive servant noticeably much to her unhappy reflection... Instead, she pushed the girl's head down to her woman's "V" and allowed her to sip at Arthurs remaining cream telling her,"Tell me how he tastes, my dear. Is he sweet like a romantic lover or harsh like a demanding spouse?"The girl moved her hot lips up and down Claire's scented slit and licked the residue from her mouth like a gourmet. Found the apartments and stowed our gear. As we walked around mine I looked in the fridge and cabinets and they were stocked with stuff I liked. Only Peggy could have arranged that. I had no idea how she had done it but it had to have been her. I found a note on the coffee table.My Dearest JohnI know you are still unhappy with me. I don't blame you. I hope my trip to Brouden to set up your apartment for you, meets with your approval. While you were busy at work I was busy here. I may be a slut. It took time for me to pronounce it.. then she introduced herself to all our friends. As my friends were sitting away, she had to lean to shake hands with them.. and when doing that, she rubbed herself against me and allowed me to touch her boobs.. she pressed her boobs against my hand and some part of my dick. Again it was not very interesting and attracting as I was not yet TURNED ON.. but this girl had a good skin (of course, being an Asian good skin is common unlike the European who have. That she was who Iwould have been had I been born a woman; that my mother was still mymother, my father my father, my job my job. That this was a transformationto my own identity, not an inversion with someone else's. I knew that I would find a purse near my desk. That I would still be atechno-wiz, except now I was "that cute redhead who knows everything aboutcomputers". But that now, in addition to the photograph of my family,there would be a picture of a handsome young man next to it. And.