I thought it would be hard but it wasn't. It was very spongy and pliable and smelled of her perfume. I went to town trying everything that I'd ever ...ad done to me that I liked and also all the great things that she had done. I had trouble with a lot of them, choking involuntarily every time her cock head touched the back of my throat, but I kept at it for what seemed like hours. She squirmed and told me how good I was making her feel and soon she was trying to stop me because she was going. So, once I'd made sure that thebusinessman was hidden behind his broadsheet, I slid a cautious handout from between my legs and, without looking yet, pried open a gapwhere my shorts met my shirt. 'Nobody can see,' I assured myself. Ipeered down at the exposed top of the panties. There were threehorizontal stripes - black, skin-pink and white - but before my braincould decipher their meaning (shorts, skin, shirt), I'd turned awaynervously, my face glowing red. 'Idiot,' my inner voice. She had been recommended by my doctor up north because herpractice included transgender patients. The office is just off Duval Streeton the southern side of the island. I parked in the nearby parking lot andtook the elevator to the fourth floor. There were three women sitting inthe waiting room. An assistant handed me a health form to fill out. Boythey ask a lot of questions. I turned it in and waited for perhaps twentyminutes.A door opened and an assistant called my name. I followed her into a. Carson knew he was destroying the life that he’d built-up so fastidiously – but he hadn’t cared and he hadn’t once regretted what he’d done. Not once. Which was odd: it wasn’t like him. Carson regretted everything. It was a skill which made him perfectly qualified for his job as a caretaker of America’s nuclear arsenal. Steady, boring and balanced were all the qualities required to look after nuclear weapons… and those were qualities which pre-Foley Carson had displayed in abundance. .