I had cheated on my boyfriend and given into mindless lust and passion. I cried for a long time. In the late 90’s, the Mobile phone had made its app...arance but was really not affordable.I imagined my Boyfriend standing in a queue outside an STD booth, while I was being thoroughly screwed by an acquaintance in my own bed. Today, I work with a spectrum of clients, where a lady in her 50’s consults me for a labioplasty and a soon-to-be-bride shyly inquires about a hymenoplasty. I tell them that. Aren't you glad that you are a girl, Brandy?YesTell me how much you love being a girl?I love it.You love what, Brandy my love?I love being a girl with a clit and sexy breasts.Being a girl is much sexier than being a guy, right girlfriend?Right.Say it, lovely Brandy.Being a girl is much sexier than being a guy.Tell me how you would hate to be a guy. A flat chested unsexy hairy thingthat can only come one time. Tell me how you wish that you could be asexy girl forever.----Say it, Brandy. Or I'll. Twice, I dropped the towel and stepped a little closer each time I picked it up. It was plain to see that Fat Boy was the only thing she was watching, so I shook it a few times and pulled on it until it was nearly a full hard-on.She shrugged back a little so I wouldn’t see her as I walked past the door and into my bedroom, where I jacked a little harder as I thought about how to get her clothes off, too.When she knocked, I slipped a thin robe on and greeted her, “Hi, sweetheart! I didn’t know. Never had she imagined she could feel what she was feeling. The power of his body, the way he so dominated her with his passion and desire, yet his touch was always the gentlest she had ever felt and just the tips of his fingers could send jolts of pleasure shooting through her. And when he nuzzled her elfin ear as he so often did, and he wrapped her within that imaginary aura that so possessed her, Dysea would never; could never deny him. And that thought made her blood boil in need and desire.