Jace. Looking at the woman in front of me I cannot believe what I see. Megan Paterson is stunning and simultaneously, she is stunned. She looks just a... she did in the photo my father gave me, her ebony hair falls in curls to her waist, emerald eyes gazing at me with her perfect mouth held in a surprised , 'Oh.' I realize that I still have not spoken and then find that my mouth is dry. "Miss Paterson?" "Yes?" She blinks and closes her mouth, her rose lipstick beautifully parallel. The urge to. "Will you improve further?" Vivienne asked me."I certainly hope so. Yes, I'm sure of it, I try without the stick for part of each day, but I don't think my face will get any better." You two an item?" Viv asked."Yes, at the moment; Trish is a no strings person."Vivienne frowned. Trish began to look aggressive."Vivienne!" snapped David. "He only knew he had a wife and children two weeks ago. Anyway, from a throwaway remark I made, he knows he doesn't really have a wife any more. Patricia was a. I felt like such a woman; in my black dress, with a man’s hard dick inside me, I laid there while he started to fuck me again. This position is the most vulnerable, yet probably my favorite because I feel like a real woman. As my date’s huge cock slide in and out of me with ease, he looked me in the eyes and said “Now I want you to make yourself cum.” It was all I needed to hear as I grabbed my own smaller penis and began to stroke. We worked out an amazing rhythm where as he thrust himself. If the Sa'arm had an Achille's Heel it was that the gestalt had to supervise so many functions that bordered on what, in a human being, would be considered autonomic. While breathing, eating and shitting are easy for us humans, the gestalt had to cope with being made of units that found those three activities taxing, leaving very little capacity left over for the gestalt to use for "shared thinking".As a Lieutenant my on-duty activities were fairly straight-forward. It was in my off-duty time.