"Why do we need an airport? Are we flying somewhere?" No," Morgan answered, running her cool fingers through my hair, "but its better to have a back-u... plan close by." She started humming softly and, combined with her soothing hands, I finally fell asleep.I vaguely remembered Morgan supporting me as we entered a cool lobby, the weak sunlight disappearing over the horizon, but not anything else.I pushed a button on my digital watch and squinted at the sudden light, barely making out the time:. Things started changing about three years ago when Pat started takinghormones. His body started to slowly change until it took it's presentday appearance. His ball sack shrank so small his gonads looked likelittle marbles. Pat started developing breasts and even though they weresmall Pat loved to joke around saying he wanted to match Cindy's breastsize someday.Cindy just came to a point in her life that she would just live with it.Pat went further a couple years ago and came out to their. I had met her after a concert by the city's Symphony Orchestra, where she occupied the position of first flute. I had enjoyed a solo performance she had done as well as meeting her after the concert and having a very pleasant chat. It was only after I got home that night that I discovered she had slipped me her name and phone number.I had called and invited her to dinner at a favorite restaurant. She had accepted and we had met there as we lived on opposite ends of the city. For the occasion I. "Ahhhhhhuuugggggggghhh!" He jack rabbits his orgasm into me and then leans down onto my back and wraps his arms around me. This is the best! I'm so filled and fulfilled!But sadness! His knees buckle and he crumples to one side. His cock is gone from my rectum too soon and it feels lonely. Cindy releases her hand from my panties, awash with slimy goo. I came so much! If I wasn't already face down on the mattress I would fall over. I'm still having aftershocks and my butt definitely misses.