He was in sync with his movement. Slurp, slurp, lick, caress the right nipple, and caress the left nipple nibble gently on the clit.20 minutes later, ... could no longer compose myself. I remember thinking before I was about to come that, I wanted to nut hard in his mouth, make a mess all over his face. With a full mouth he asked me was he being a good bitch. Through moans and light whimpers I said yes, he was being a good little bitch now, I wanted him to be a big boy and get ready to swallow. In the other hand, I had Abby, my equalizer, my stabilizer, the girl that I loved but I wasn’t in love with.Almost every person that I spoke to before I made my decision was adamant about me staying with Abby. “She’s a good girl with few foibles,” “You and Robyn will never work.” A good 25% including Javier and both of my brothers told me that Robyn was the obvious choice.I ignored the majority and got a cab ride to Robyn’s house.As I pulled up to her house, thoughts flooded to my mind. She. Yes, I had kept one part of my old masculine self still very much alive. My cock was the source of so much of my sexual pleasure that I couldn't be without it. Besides, at a thick seven inch length, it was one part of me that had always been impressively masculine, even more so when compared to my mostly petite girlish body.As usual on a Friday night, I was out in a bar looking for hot straight guys whose lives were about to be turned. I was dolled up in the kind of clothing that made me feel. He had salvaged the remaining canned food from the wreck. Mary had already found bananas, coconuts, papayas, breadfruit, yams, and taro root. That plus what they caught from the sea would easily sustain them for two or three months. By then Mary would have identified more edible plants, if they were still stranded. He didn't want to think about that possibility, but he was a pragmatist.All had deck shoes to wear now, making exploring of the forest easier. All salvaged clothing had been washed.