"It's alright," Paul whispered, "Inhibitions are hard to break."Later that night, Paul awoke with a pressure in his bladder. Still half asleep, he stu...bled into the bathroom. He stood stupidly in front of the toilet before remembering that he had to sit down now. Even after a month as a woman, he was still forgetting that. After he had finished and cleaned himself, he stood in front of the full-length mirror.Even half-asleep and with hair unkempt, he still looked beautiful. He wasn't surprised. She put a foot on the bed next to the desk. She slid her hands down between her legs. She rolled back to see a little more of her body on the screen. Self-conscious about her privates, she kept a hand covering it. She started rubbing herself, tapping herself, pleasuring herself, rolling fingers on the outside, jamming her wet fingers in the inside.“You need help with that pussy, miss?” he said.“Y-y-yes,” she struggled to say.Henry grunted with every breath and fap. He was getting louder.So was. “May I see you again?” he repeated, getting to his feet. “Perhaps … I would love to think our paths would cross again someday.” I reached over and took his flaccid penis in my hand and gently guided it to my mouth. The last of his cum still dripped from the end. My lips opened and I slipped him inside me and gently sucked the remaining cum from him, enjoying his salty taste mixed with my own fragrance from my pussy juices in his public hair. “Just one more taste to remember you by, sweet. Both of them hugged each other as a renewed session of tears started. Sighing Abla looked at Fatin shaking her head. "I'm afraid that after all these centuries we may have to ask another for help. Sister, I don't want to betray our creed like that. I fear that for this once we have no choice. That bitch has a magic we have never seen before." Fatin's eyes went wide for a few moments then she also lowered her head as she nodded. "I am afraid so sister, though I am very unsure that he will help.