I was told that the work was good and publishablebut I would have to change my name. Readers have expectations,preconceived notions of what an author ...f romantic fiction should becalled, should look like. The publisher had just the name I needed. PamelaMountferris. It was the name of the publisher. I took her name and shetook mine. When we married we both became Mountferris. I live as Pamelaand she... he lives...lived as Richard. We both have perfectly validbirth certificates and our external. We drove somewhere a little quieter and sat and spoke before eventually locking lips in the most sensual kiss imaginable. She lived only moments from where we were parked, but instead suggested we go to mine (a 20/25 minute drive away). Who am I to say no?Upon arriving I got us each a beer from the fridge before nestling onto the sofa and recommencing the kissing. Kissing, touching and teasing went on for an age, my cock was bulging through my trousers and each stroke she took drove me to near. "Aye." Weather?" Strasser turned to the watchman at the weather radar."Light Sou-easterlies - 5 knots, sir." Good, very good!" Strasser was relieved because he'd heard so much about the climate in these parts - storms, high seasonal rainfall and prevailing Southerly wind drifts. Such conditions made him uneasy."May I have a word?" came a voice from the aft ladder. He turned and saw the Very Reverend Mathew Allsinger. With a nod, he bade him to come down. "Captain?" the man said. "Have you. He finally spoke up, “Mora, why don’t you and Sandra show us how you kissed?”Mora looked at me, then Sandra. Sandra shrugged. She took her sisters face in her hands and gently kissed her lips. Sandra’s arms slipped around Mora and pulled her close. I saw Mora push her tongue between Sandra’s lips and heard Sandra moan. I was not sure how I felt about all of this yet, but my cock sure liked it.I looked at Tony and he grinned and gave me a thumbs up.Mora and Sandra broke the kiss and looked at.