I flicked again, again and again, spurred on by the intensifying roar of SPREAD ME FUCK ME clamoring in my overstimulated, raging clit and by the sigh... of what I could only pleasure by proxy: your greedy member once again under the influence of your grip - or was it the other way around?You stifled a warning groan, staggering out of the chair and sinking to your knees.Spread wide and trembling on the verge, I raised my head once more but failed to make contact with #1 as my mouth contorted in a. "The ladyI was sitting next to pointed at you and said, 'Did you know - that'sreally a boy?' and I said, 'Oh, really, you think so? Well I know her,her name's Alexandra and she's much too pretty to be a boy!' Can youimagine - she thought YOU were a BOY!" The whole table roared withpolite laughter, and I tried my best to avoid turning five shades ofred, by playing it cool."Well, I couldn't very well be a boy," I declared, smiling demurelywhile I refilled water glasses."Why not, dear?"A smart. I’m excited every time I see you. I’m, like, aware of myself in this new way. And the sex has just been incredible–even you’re different. It’s like you know what I’ve always wanted. Don’t things seem different to you?’ I thought about how I should answer this. Sometimes having the subconscious dragged into the conscious mind undoes all of the work. I didn’t want to do that, but I also didn’t want any part of Stephanie being unhappy. ‘They are different, but they’re also better. Maybe that. And she tasted – not like pussy – but like sperm. I wondered if she and Lilly had blown and fucked a guy in back – but Sam and I have always had a rule that opposites are not allowed as a tryst – only same sex adventures if the opportunity arises.I pulled back and looked her in the eyes questioningly. She just grinned, leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Oh baby we’re both going to have sooooo much fun this weekend,” and giggled.It suddenly dawned on me that maybe Lilly was more than she.