Jean fussed with my face and buffed my Uniform while I sat thereperfectly still, relishing that feeling of release. I was locked in tothis reality now...and whatever I was before doesn't matter even if it istrue. What practical help would it be knowing that I was really a man whohad been turned into me by a beautiful Gypsy girl. It wouldn't get theLaundry done and it wouldn't get old man Thomas's pecker polished in themorning. A line from the Desiderata echoed in my ears, 'And whether ornot it is. As luck has it we are seated quite close during the dinner so we are able to make idle chit chat. I am engrossed in a discussion about photography with her husband when I feel my kilt moving under its own volition. I realize my temptress is nowhere to be seen. Petite hands brush against the exposed skin under my kilt. I try and suppress my surprise and glimpse under the table, she grins at me. Thankfully the long table cloths prevent anyone else seeing under the table as she is reaching up. "Stop fighting BJ. You keep fighting and I'll have to keep using both hands to hold you which means that I'll just jam my cock in and it will hurt like hell. You don't fight and I can use my hands to loosen you up. Like everything else these last couple of days it is your choice." But I don't want to do that. I've never done that, not even with Mike." Good. That means that I'll have something of you that brands you as mine." No. Please don't do this to me, please god, no." Okay sweetie, your. When he entered her she didn't think she could feel anymore pleasure than she did at that moment but he was proving her wrong, a fact that he would probably love to know. The combination of his fullness so deep inside of her and his fingers rubbing her was unbearable and she went over the edge, the sound of her calling his name echoing in Ron's ears. He thought she would collapse but he watched her fingers grip the quilt even tighter as she said, "Harder." That one word almost made him come.