My hands spread her thighs and I tilted my head and dug my tongue right into my wife's hot wet pussy.I tasted her, running my tongue up and down her f...lds, slurping at her juices and wiggling my tongue in deeper, and she started to buck and grind those hips back, making her ass jiggle and shake. A few times I licked upwards, with my hands on her asscheeks, all the way from her clit, over her pussylips, licking up her hot crack and over her asshole. I dove my face into that deep crack and sucked. She must be thanking god as it’s not ordinary when people like us walk into their restaurants. ‘Yes.’ Amanda replied. ‘Here’ she said courting us to the table. When I sat down I saw people staring at us like we were some godforsaken aliens. ‘Amanda why are they staring at us?’ I asked Amanda. ‘Baby c’mon relax they are not used to people from our society. We are like gods to them.’ She replied proudly. I never liked that special attention given to us because we were exclusively rich. We are. Iwas still fighting the urge to run and hide, but I wanted to know how itfelt to go shopping as a girl.I was self-conscious of my short skirt and how it swayed and swished, ofthe clacking of my heels on the tiled floors. She spent a good twentyminutes just walking around, telling me to loosen up before leading meto Spencer's.The first thing she bought me was a necklace with a sparkly pendant thatread 'Cum Slut'. Of course she wouldn't let me see it before shefastened it around my neck. Every. Maybe Mum did to.But now was the chance to reclaim my lost masculinity because I was off touniversity where I could go from wearing all these girl's clothes to beingboy again. I could stop wearing panties, bras, petticoats, pantyhose,dresses and heels and all the other trappings of femininity and be a normalboy again.Normal for a Goth anyway.I could have a "sex change" and be Julian again and stop being Julie orJoolz or Julianne.It was funny when I got to university though.Yes I took off my.