The flags of countries, thetransgender flag, the gay flag, the flags that yearn for acceptance.On Friday night, I stopped by the Flamingo. I had been ...here before,even dressed, but this felt different. I was a girl now. I was going towork as a woman. Half of my waking hours would be in an office whereeveryone knew about my [actual] anatomy.I bought myself a Vodka Tonic. I looked at the girl in the mirror. Shelooked skittish, as if she were wearing a dress for the first time. Itook a sim. This. How she squealed as he entered her. I should have stopped him and made him wear a rubber like I have to, because Julie uses no other form of contraception, but I was so excited and it was all happening so fast and so naturally. Besides, I wanted to see him spunk up her, to see how she would react. In our fantasies I had often said I would lick another man’s spunk from her pussy if she let someone else fuck her.I wanted her to get her oats from Musa and she was in no state to stop him. She was. I wrapped my fingers round his thick shaft and felt his wetness on the tip of my finger. It had been an age since I had felt pre-cum oozing from the eye of an aroused cock and I massaged his tip, revelling in the increasing slipperiness as yet more natural lubricant seeped from him. Charlie had shuffled his bum to the front of the seat and leant back to ease the path of my hand, but then he sat up and gently held me by the wrist and pulled my hand from between his legs. He motioned my hand. My mouth moved to the untouched nipple and began teasing it to a state of impossible alertness as I had just done to its’ twin. The sun felt warm on my back and knowing that someone might stroll along to find us at any moment made me wish to hurry. I massaged both clit and G-spot now. Her hands cupped my head at her breast, fingers thick in my hair. Her legs clenched around my wrist in wild abandonment. Suddenly a second, larger and more powerful orgasm swept her and this time her cries of.