Lots of practice, with you, and on my own. I practice by masturbating all the time. Or just Kegel exercises during quiet times, and even in public. ...hen you get to “three” I’ll trigger our orgasms. I’m at “two”. I’m ready. Standing at the peak, waiting for you to join me. God, you are amazing, able to take your time with me. It’s better, more intense that way. Oh it’s going to be fine for you. “Four”. That’s good for you. I’m slowing my movements. One last time down to consume your cock.. I'vegot no time to waste if I need to bring in a new girl. Are you ready tobe a girl at work? Are you one of us, or are you just a quivering wimpyexcuse for a man? You don't seem much like a man to me right now."For most men, being called a sissy would be hurtful. And she was beingkind of mean to me. But her words rang true to me because my whole lifeseemed to be a constant barrage of teasing and name calling. As a manthere was little doubt that I was effeminate and a sissy. No one had. She couldn’t help herself, all the pent up emotion came bubbling up, overwhelming her. He was clearly startled, freezing, but then he wriggled his arms out and tentatively put them around her. Oh god please… she cried and cried. Still he stood rather stiffly, awkwardly. ‘There now… shhh… what’s wrong…?’ She had buried her face in his chest, a fresh outburst of crying overwhelming her. Nothing had ever felt so good, he smelled so good, yet it was so painful, her emotions choking her. ‘I’m sorry…. We dried then walked naked to the kitchen she made some tea and toast we sat and talked about the last 24 hours even though she still had some gilt I assured her that it was our business and no one elses telling her how much I loved her and had no problem with our love. She said it had been so wonderful to feel a man again and feel the pleasure of a hard cock inside her once again she thought it was something that would never happen again but I told her I was her's for as long as she wanted me.