All rights reserved.Erica Wright and I had started this story a long time ago and things justsomehow got in the way of getting back to it before now. ...he has decided shejust can't devote the time to writing and for a long time neither could I.However, I have been inspired by the continuing devotion of many fans whokeep asking about a new installment and so I have decided to take it upwhere we left off.We originally wrote this story with you, connoisseurs of erotic transvestiteand transsexual. I didn’t want to let go, but I knew I had to. I released him from the grip of my legs and we raced to shore. I grabbed our towels from the dock and we dried ourselves off. “So, do you want to shower first?” I asked, drying off my hair.He smiled, wiping the water from his chest, “You can go first.”It had been a couple of hours since Zach and I swam in the lake. I still felt tingly inside, wanting to experience it again. But more of me wanted to know what went through his mind when his penis was. I certainly don't want him to go back to her. I get up and straddle his lap. I get two inches from his face and give him a goofy look. His steel blue eyes lock mine and I get lost for a moment. All I think about is tasting him in everyway possible. My heart races, my eyes shut and I softly brush my lips against his. His lips are soft and smooth, warm and inviting. I kiss him again, a little harder this time; I pause to suck on his bottom lip. He opens his mouth to me as I continue to kiss him.. "So, Meagan's at the mall. How did she like the picture?" Well, she claims not to like it. In fact, she said that she hated me after she saw it, but that didn't stop her from talking about how I shouldn't paint something like this the next time you pose with her." Let me see the finished product." Peter requested."You sure left in a hurry yesterday; you must have been ready to explode." I was, and you probably don't want to hear this, but I had the best jerk off session ever thinking about your.