She let him go and his cock shrank quickly. He lay on the bench with his eyes closed as he fought for breath. Finally, after a couple of minutes of ga...ping, he drew a deep breath and seemed to relax."God, that's so good," he said. He shook his head, his eyes half-focused, his face flushed, and his poor cock lying limp across his leg. "God, Sammi, you know how to take it out of a guy." My turn," she said. She scooted over on the bench, opening her legs. He fingered her briefly, running his hand. I am like the prairie grass. It bendsto the ground before the north wind. When the north wind is gone, the grassremains. My woman's feet are smaller than when I am a man. My boots comeoff easily. My socks are still in them.The brothers smile when I unsnap my jeans. I slide them past my hips andlet go. They fall to the ground. I step out of them. I am a berdache. Myunderwear is a pink, cotton panty. Dwayne giggles.I walk towards the beds. My hips roll as I walk. "Who's first?" I ask."First born,. It was so wet that my cock went inside like a spoon into an ice cream. I started pushing it more. She opened her legs more to take more of my cock into her. I pushed a little more and all my 8 inches went into her. Now I started pumping slowly. But whenever I pulled it out she pulled me towards her. Thus my pumping speed increased when I felt I was nearing climax, I said, “I shall pull out and ejaculate outside to avoid any complications.”She giggled and told me “Just don’t bother. You can pump. This is Detective Frank Banks," she said motioning to the third person in the room.The thirty-two year old New York City police detective offered the husband a seat and sat across from him, while her partner, a burly man of middle age, stood near the corner of the interrogation room.It had been two days since his wife had disappeared and the deep circles under his eyes showed Larry Cameron had not slept."Is there anything new? Anything? he pleaded."Well -- yes, there is, but..." But what?".