The next day over morning coffee Janine boldly told the two of us, “I want to make love to you Julie, just the two of us. Is that fine with you Char...es? Then in the afternoon just like Julie promised, Charles can lick me to orgasm while you suck his cock, and I can watch in the mirror.”“That’s fine by me, you can make love to my lady, so long as I can watch. I really enjoy watching her having lesbian sex.”Almost immediately Janine and I were exchanging deep tongue kisses as we undressed and. They were so lost, they didn’t notice me coming inside. They were just ogling at her boobs. She did what almost made me cum. She lifted her hands and showed the two lighting guys her sexy shaven armpits. They just looked so stunned that I had to go in the middle. I caught her sexy meaty arm and took her out of the room. She just smiled naughtily and said, ‘what I am enjoying this little show.’ I said, ‘I know now let’s do it here.’ What a rundi she is, she said, ‘no let’s do it with them.’ I. We kept in touch for the last couple of months, but all the emails and texts couldn't make up for one night of furious passion. She sent me a slew of pictures, my memory card packed full of pixel packed beauty. The first few were tame, shots of her in familiar places. Then, they got more risque as the weeks passed. Just waking up, brushing her teeth, or making dinner segued into lying under a cover of bubbles in the tub, posing in newly purchased lingerie. The other shots I didn't dare pull up.. " The "beast" is the shemale's fear of being born again, out of himself-herself.It is not enough for the narrator, the anima insists, for him-her to cross dress. Merely playing at being a woman, by wearing women's clothes, behaving as a woman, and acquiring a boyfriend, will not satisfy his-her true longing, which is to become a shemale, not a female; if anything, cross dressing would merely be a cover, like a blanket of snow: "Would we able to wrap/ Everything up in a beau/ Or bow or.