Every ounce of defense, every warning signal faded within her. Asia felt pulled to this man. It was not familiarity, it was need. The closer he came t...e more relieved she felt. He was much larger than she had thought at first, taller, broader. His movements were so graceful that from across the room he seemed more delicate, but this man was a tower of masculinity. With his bowtie undone, the first three buttons to his crisp white dress shirt loose and his dark hair moving with each step over. My testies heaved as the first blast erupted. I clinched Erika's headbetween my legs and she responded by driving her finger still deeper intomy buzzing ass. Erika massaged my prostrate as my second shot let looseand filled her beautiful mouth. Again I looked at my high heeled feetdancing over Erika's head, and again I gasped for air and pumped anotherwad of sticky jism. Erika held my cock tightly in her hand and presseddown, hard against my balls and groin. At the same time, she drove. You see after being changed you stay who you are in your mind. Twenty something years of personal history is very hard to throw away over night. There is no magic to wearing girl's clothes, or to sex, or to hormones. Heck, ask any scientist, hormones may amplify emotions but they do not create them or control them. With time you do adapt to the change, but adaptation does not mean you love it. You keep your old mind but have to act like someone else to survive. It makes the oppression of day to. ’ I must have dropped off for awhile. At least my headache is a little better now. I slowly opened my eyes and nothing looks familiar. The lighting is subdued, but I can see this is pretty much a bare room. And damn, where she’d get this bed? It feels like I’m laying on a bare board with a sheet over it. Where’s that lamp that Heidi turned off. What the hell, there’s no lamp or light fixture that I can see. I wrapped a sheet around me and started looking for a door. The walls are some kind of a.