S. Route 50, the "Loneliest Road in America." This highway indicates the loneliness of the journey toward transformation, here represented as the civ...lization of the "East," a religious and mystical compass point; the shemale, the anima suggests, must work out his-her own salvation; no one can become the new creature he-she must become but him-her himself-herself.The journey (transformation) is frightening enough to make the wannabe-shemale cry or even to feel as if he-she may go insane, or. He had his thumb up under her as she stood there refilling his glass.We finally served ourselves and sat to eat with the rest. I was between Nikki and Carol who each took turns stroking my cock as we ate. Alexis, across the table, was between Ron and Steve. Her legs were open as Steve fingered her and Ron played with her boob. What a dinner party.Around the table, several of the women now had exposed their breasts and several cocks were now out in the open being fondled.Did I say it was highly. "It was so much fun," Wendy said. "Fabric stores are great places to teach a girl color."She bent down and head butted Pyewacket ... girl bonding. Pyewacket jumped down from Wendy and jumped up onto the couch.Cats don't jump up ... jump is what humans see. What cats do that we don't see ... is levitate. They float and make vertical to horizontal instantaneous corners. We're not equipped to make the mental transition it takes to see it. And they know we aren't."When do you want to go again?". All I could do was nod like an idiot. Speaking didn’t feel like an option at the moment.However, after a few seconds, I managed a response with a small laugh. “You almost made me forget that I’m supposed to be the one surprising you, not the other way around.”She grinned. “Hmm, maybe I should have worn a robe and surprised you afterward.”“Too late now!” I retorted playfully, squaring my shoulders, the ring still behind my back. “Are you ready to see what I have for you?”“Yes! It smells.