Cross dressers. Dragqueens. Feminized men. Male-to-female transsexuals. Hermaphrodites.Gays, lesbians, and bisexuals.These individuals all have so...ething in common. They're gender benders,defying traditional and conventional notions as to what constitutesmasculinity and femininity. They suggest that the true nature of genderis not only ambiguous but contrived, or socially constructed, ratherthan innate. It's artificial, not natural.Just as Pygmalion created Galatea to reflect his own. “I want it!” she nearly shouted it. Again, I put one foot on the seat cover and gave her a better access to my pussy, this time from the front. She pulled my pantyhose down and I stepped out of them. I could see that the crotch was glistening with my boss’ cum. To see a woman’s face between my legs always turns me on. With quick and strong stokes with her tongue she scooped the liquid that oozed out of my pussy. Between her licks she moaned short words. “Your….pussy….is so…cute…tasty…oh…tasty. It would be fatuous to say that my heart leaped, though I felt my pulse quicken. Karen was married after all, to her soul mate, and she was 20 years older than me. With my faltering relationship with Jessica still on my mind, Karen’s forthright invitation even made me a little sad, more aware than ever of how I never seemed to meet anyone who combined the things I wanted from a woman in the same mind and body.Then Karen took off her coat and sat down. She was wearing a flowing dress in about. Melinda gurgled as Heather's cum gushed over her face and splashed to the bottom of the tub. She swallowed a mouthful without hesitation and licked Heather's pussy as if wanting more. Heather's body shook with her orgasm.Melinda drew back. Heather's hand scrabbled against the tiles as she fought to catch her breath, her pussy still throbbing in the aftermath.I can't.But now Heather had forgotten what she couldn't do.Melinda looked up. "You okay?" Huh? I'm fine, why?" You just looked a little.