Meanwhile (as was of often the case with gals I met off of aol) the blow job she was giving me was absolutely amazing. Not that I thought her pussy wo...ldn't be as nice, but as any guy knows, sometimes in sex 'if it aint broke don't fix it.' This was one of those blow jobs where I was getting closer to orgasm with each suck, but only by centimeters. It was one of those slow burns that feels so fucking good. I had made up my mind that I was just going to lie back with this hairy pussy on my face. I threw my robe behind me and climbed under his sheets. The bed was still warm where he had been lying, and the covers smelled like musk. Brian turned around when he heard the rustling.“What are you doing?” he asked, obviously beyond puzzled. Not every day does a scantily clad woman climb into your bed apropos of nothing. Well it had at least gotten me somewhere.“It’s freezing in my room! Why I don’t I just sleep here for the night?” I cooed. Brian shrugged and looked exasperated.“Fine, I’ll. I slowly raised his jersey top and hiked it up to his pale slim chest. his nipples are pale pink, with a hint of his rib cage.I licked his chest and proceeded to suck his nipples a bit.then I slowly kissed down,... down... down to his belly button...I inserted my tongue into that space,... and it tickled him a bit because I felt him squirm a little.that's when I grabbed the garter of his shorts and slowly pulled it down to expose his white briefs, all soaked up with precum...I teased his cock. Sister Angela had been astonished to discover that the soft and yielding “She” had previously been a “Frank” and not a “Francis” as she had been led to expect by the security experts assigned to the post-incident security detail.In a way, she had considered the entire comedy of errors to be ample proof that love is so fickle that gender assignment is not the issue; the real issue was the simple fact of sincerity and absence of lust from one’s attitude. It had been difficult for her to adjust to.