I was standing with a woman and from all outward appearances I was a woman, and I knew that this had been missing from my mind for a very long time. I...was transported back to my early teen years when I felt like a woman but looked like a guy. And regardless how I tried as a teen I never completed the picture.Beth stepped back, took my hand, and led me from the bathroom towards the bedroom. I stopped and she turned with a questioning look in her eyes. I am sure she thought this dream had come to. Chitineus was persuaded to see oracles, soothsayers, mystics, leeches, priests and other physicians and although each consultant addressed his affliction with different words and different descriptions, there was a remarkable congruence in how they treated it. Chitineus’ penis had never before been so sucked, licked, pummelled, massaged, beaten, flailed, chewed or manhandled. Saliva dripped from it. The skin was red and raw. The glans shone but weakly after so much tongue and throat had been. Placing her clit directly over his lips she pressed down lightly and began moving her hips in small circles over his face, letting out muffled moans as she still held his dick in her mouth. He smiled as he held the needy harpy’s hips in place and attacked her clit with his tongue. Her body stiffened at the contact, this was far better than rubbing against something, or even his fingers and she had quite enjoyed those. As Rone switched between making small circles and flicking back and forth her. I let out a chuckle, sighing. “That is already been put in your carry-on bag, Bobbie. Let’s go, before the plane takes off without you.” “Oh! Thank you, Kile. You know, I always lose my head right before vacations.” She giggles more to herself, but it causes me to smile as I watch her descend the stairs. We make it to the airport with good time. We fight our way through security and then grab a drink as we wait for her flight to be called up. I walk her to the gate and watch her board. I.