" That is your concern, John, and you are mine. Whatever you do about them is your own affair." But, I can't just leave them. I owe Benin too much!" D...d I say you must leave them? I only said they were your concern. You love this woman?" Yes," he said without hesitation, "I do." And you love me? This I know, so no bullshit, John!" Yes." Then you have two women who you love and who love you. Most men would kill for such a situation." Yes, but Benin would kill me if she ever found out." So? Don't. A department store with many things she had been longing to do was in her sights. The shop was busy for a Sunday afternoon, with lots of other women present. She started browsing through the various make-up houses, not feeling spare as she had done when not en femme. After a brief period drinking in the femininity of choosing make-up, the clothing section beckoned. She chose her browsing carefully so as not to attract any unwanted attention from the staff, but the clothing she saw was both. No! I couldn’t think of that.She knelt on the couch, pushed my legs apart, and gently cradled my erection and sac between her hands. If I hadn’t been there, I never would have believed what happened next. She cooed at my erection, like it was a crying baby she was trying to sooth.She kissed the tip, her lips soft and chaste. Then her tongue slipped out and licked the tip, right along the crease. I watched the way her tongue curled back into her mouth and she closed her eyes, like she was. “For a scientist, that’s not a very rigorous experiment.”“Well, if I follow the scientific method, I will need to repeat the experiment, to make sure I get consistent results. Replicability and verification is very important, don’t you think?”“Absolutely, so are you ready for a re-run of that first experiment?” she said, reaching down to stroke my erect prick. “Now, would the experiment still be valid if we altered some of the test procedures, say, if we tried a different position, like me.