In the consciousnessof the brutal reality of things for people like us before and while weundertake such voyage to self-realization, I have been sick ...o death withthe constant aura of pathology and drama surrounding our becoming women inbody and in spirit. Therefore, I have purposefully decided to call mytransition "the dream", a dream that can take many forms, all of themleading up to the same result: womanhood. A series of possible journeyswhere the negativity coming from societal stigma and. "I don't have many friends who are into games." Oh Diane, where have you been all my life?"The door opened and Jen and Rachel fell in laughing. Jen ruining themoment in typical fashion by yelling, "There you are, you proper slags,come on, you're missing out on some quality dancing time."As they left arm in arm, Ade offered her some reassurance. "You feelingalright?" Yeah, much better now, thanks."After another five or six songs, she'd lost count by that point, and alot of breathless gyrating,. Still covering her mouth, I moved down to her pussy and darted my tongue deep inside her slit, probing to find her clit, it was hard and erect, expectant of what I had for her. I tasted her sweet musty flavour, sweet yet acidic but beautiful all the same. I drew my face away and spat on her slit, moistening the entrance ready for what was to come. Still holding her mouth, I unzipped my trousers and let them fall to my knees, I was not wearing underwear, expectant of what was to come I had. So, I moved over to my friend on my hands and knees. He must have had a feeling of what I was planning because he dropped his shorts and under ware. I took hold of his cock and took it into my mouth and went to work on it. One of my tricks is to use one of my fingers in his ass to get him off. This worked, along with him already being worked up . In a matter of minutes he was grunting and groaning like he was going to die. Than I felt that feeling in my mouth, he was ready to cum. I like a.