Please do not stop. I am lovin' what ya are doin' ta me. I know I am gonna come pretty soon, what with the way the pressure is buildin' us inside of m.... I just do not know what is gonna trigger it."Who was I ta complain. My wife said that she loved what I was doin', soz I sure had no reason ta quit now. I could not reach the rest of her pussy slit from where I was, so I asked her ta spread her legs an' let me climb between them soz I could reach her better. She did that, an' I got between her. Then she cried, ‘You know what I am, Alejandro? I am a fucking puto! I now have a girl’s tits, a girl’s ass, and I’m wearing this dress…’ before sobbing and being unable to continue. Alicia, also crying, hugged Maria tightly and began to refute her claim. ‘Mama! You are not a homosexual! And neither… neither I am! We are women! We may not have had our… our final therapy yet, but soon we will. But it doesn’t matter. We’re women. It doesn’t matter what body parts we have!’ ‘No! Baby, today before. Sheepishly, I responded "Well, I guess it's not every day I suck a big black dick through a glory hole... I guess I just didn't expect to see you in person." My tiny erection was throbbing. "I--"Before I could get my thought out, he pulled down his pants to reveal his fully erect cock pointing directly at me. I stared at it silently, mesmerized. That cock was fucking huge. Suddenly, he was forcing me to my knees, holding the back of my head and forcing it down on his cock, making me suck it. A nagging concern for me was clothing. When all this happened, I had my backpack for a hike the following week, but I always packed light, accepting wearing dirty clothes over having to carry too much. But, it wasn’t much. An inventory of available clothing confirmed my concern: the cut-offs, t-shirt, socks, boots, bra, and panties I had been wearing; jeans, t-shirt, socks, bra, and two panties from the pack; the fatigue uniforms of the two guards which I kept except for the underwear.