Rafia: The ones who did could do just one session a night. But Viresh keeps going. On weekends we never wear clothes. He fucks me at least five times ... day. I love him for the person he is.Me: Wow, I am amazed to hear this.I was wet hearing about my son, and they both walked in, only in their shorts. Viresh came and hugged me. We hugged each other tightly, feeling each other’s bodies for a while. We broke the hug.I kissed him on the lips, which turned into a nice lip lock for a few minutes. I. It’s specially reinforced.”Barbara looks down at herself. The bulge between her legs isn’t very visible in the jeans that she wears, but in costume it’s another matter. Ivy had been the one to design the plant spores that caused Barbara to grow a penis, but it had been Harley’s idea. Barbara is shocked that Ivy enabled it; she might’ve been drunk.The consequences have been serious. Barbara and over a thousand other Gotham women were affected by that attack. Bruce still hasn’t figured out a way. Hey, that idea doesn't sound too bad. Let's file that one away for later. My writing is a super intelligent process.So feel free to weigh in, most Constructive Reader, let me know what you do and don't like. Shoot me any ideas or directions you might have. They have certainly helped in the past and I welcome the interaction.Full disclosure; I am considering moving some of my writing to other online platforms. All open-access and free-to-read, of course. The stories published here will be my. Ormai tutti avevano capito che le "donne" del nostro tavolo erano in realtà uomini travestiti, ma in realtà erano tutti contagiati dal nostro calore e buonumore.The party went on very well, the dinner was excellent and everyone enjoyed the courses.Obviously the atmosphere was electrifying, and even the other normal customers often looked at us smiling. By now everyone had understood that the "women" of our table were actually men in disguise, but in reality they were all infected by our warmth.