What do you think of this one?"Margaret took a look and chuckled. "It's Lucy!" Oh, right," Will said, "I forgot you know her." Oh, yes. And that's her...to a tee. I can almost hear her. She's having an orgasm, isn't she?"Mary laughed, "You bet she is, Margaret. You've seen her like that often enough."The other pictures were of Muriel and Sandy, and one of Harry. All were strong and loving in their sexuality."I really like them, Will," Al said. "I could sell some of those, but I could sell a whole. When I first realized that Deanna existed and accepted that existence I began a life long desire/quest/search/ and examination as to what that female form of "me" would be like.One of the great lessons of life I've learned is that sometimes the more we search for something the more obvious it is that it exists before our very eyes without ever knowing it. Throughout life we see a vast forest containing our hopes and dreams, our obsessions and passions, our acceptance and denials, but fail to. He let out the most exquisite lingering moan. That led me to figure that we would probably be more comfortable if I knelt between his legs rather than on the side. So I swiftly parted his legs, to which he didn’t offer any resistance, and moved myself kneeling in between. Once there, what was initially my timid rubbing turned into jolly fondling of his but cheeks. So involved in my task, I mindlessly ventured my hands under the elastic legs of his trunks, and I finally learned the real feel. ” “Fuck them. They’re paid to babysit you, not question an administrator’s orders. You’re too sexy of a student to lose and I want them to play by my rules. There’s something special about you that attracts me to you besides your goddess-like body. Not to mention, I’d like to think you enjoyed yourself with me this weekend.” “Yes, sir,” I shook my head with a wide-toothed grin. “You don’t know how many nights I’ve brought myself to countless orgasms, dreaming about nights like that. But…I have.