How could I stay a woman? What would my wifethink and would she want a real husband?Furthermore, could I handle being a woman the rest of my life?My b...ain was spinning. On one hand, I loved being a woman and theattention everyone gave me, especially Steve. I loved the new clothes andnow loved shopping. I could get used to this way of life, maybe.But what about my wife? Could she handle me being a woman? How would Ifit into her life?I need to talk about this with someone at the Institute. I. Ah", she started to moan loudly.Her body shivered momentarily. Legs squeezed me hard and then let go. A warm stream of cum entered my mouth. I didn't take my face away. I was getting addicted to that sour salty taste. I jerked my penis hard and got to climax myself. I let go of my face from between her legs. She was looking at me, satisfied. I still had my penis in my hand. My hand and penis dripping with cum. She stood me up. Looking dead into my eyes. She then took my cum dripping hand with. It has long been eschewed that love is a modern concept. In these early days of biped dominance, love had little place in the harshness of existence. Partnerships were formed on the basis of ability and aptitude to provide both food and protection. As for the male, accepting a woman’s advances, relied on particularly attractive gene trait, perhaps height or skin colour, so developing through their offspring, the choices their combined genes made to improve the species.. Choices of partnership. Ummm…they said that we should get to know each other since we will be together for the rest of the trip.” I replied, trying to keep the conversation going.She smiled and nodded. I waited for her to say something but had nothing else that could think to keep talking. I let the fear run its course as she looked around the area from her seat. Finally, I asked the first question that came to my head.“Sooooooooooo, do you have a boyfriend?” I regretted this question the moment it left my mouth..