Humans have it in varying degrees, and robots simply don't. That doesn't stop us from being excellent companions, and we make wonderful assistants to ...reative humans because of how we excel in memory and computational tasks when humans often let their minds wander.Because we don't standout in the creative areas of music, art, and literature among others, it is also felt we can never appreciate them either. I, for one, have proven that assumption incorrect.From that moment years ago when I first. They would be easy to snap off but theyadorned my ankles and looked so pretty. I could get used to wearingpretty things I thought to myself.I remembered then that I was the man of the house but that the women ofthe house had turned me into a cheerleader.How had I been so weak? How had I been so easy to feminise? Were womenthe stronger sex and men the weaker one? Was it a sign of strength orweakness that I had gone from being male to female?Was my dream real, then? How I was dressed was. Anyway, we sat down and watched the football and knocked back the beer pretty quickly. We talked a lot about the old days (we always do that) of hanging out together before we were both married. I felt more and more relaxed in his company and my nervousness was going away.When the match ended I thought Tom would be on his way as I was sort of looking forward to a quick wank session.I turned the television off and was making the usual moves to say goodbye to him when he turned and looked. "Just a quick lick and then we'll get ready," I said. As I inhaled her fragrance my tongue nibbled and prodded her clit and almost in a flash she was groaning and holding my head close to her as she bucked towards her climax."That was short and sweet. Thank you kind sir, and now lets get ready," she said and padded off to the bathroom.I showered in the guest bathroom so that we wouldn't get sidetracked and by 8pm we were on our way in Sue's car to her aunt's house in the posh suburb of.