”“Pretty cool, huh?” I asked like it was no big deal. I’d just jilled off my bestie and the fact I was so turned on had me weirded out. I wond...red if she would do me back. Could I talk her into using her mouth like Mark had done at the pool?“Can we do it again?” she begged.“I guess,” I said. I didn’t really want to put my mouth on her, despite the crazy impulse to lick off my fingers. The idea of licking her there was still kinda gross. It had felt really good though. If I didn’t do it to her. " What do you mean, "A habit?" A couple of times a week from now on." No way. The longer it goes on the more likely I will get caught and if I'm going to get caught anyway I might as well get it over with now. And a couple of times a week would be out of the question anyway. I can't get out in the evenings so that means the only time we could do it would be Saturday morning and even then it could only happen between the time I could get back here from taking the kids to their lessons and then. I said yes.Sherri said, "Don't forget you pig if I see you indulging in yourdisgusting habit I will leave you before you have time to say goodbye."I don't know why but I was holding on to the memory of what we were,not what we had become.Her behavior continued as she handcuffed me to the bed and made me lickher for hours every night then claiming she got no pleasure from itrolling over to sleep soundly ignoring my obvious need for sexualrelease.Then one night before she mounted my face she made. I smell of my next door neighbour's sperm. I have it on my inside legsand in my hair. I am dressed as a French Maid and I need a shower.The child that's growing inside of me will, unless I can find him or hera stepfather grow up without a Dad.I unzip my dress and let it fall to the floor as I think back to when Iwas once a man. I watch as my pantyhose becomes an anklet and my braturns into a necklace.My shower gel has turned to shower milk and my razors are now ladiesrazors. Everything King.