And he was such a dreamboat too, with a deeply black, chiseled body look. I guessed he was gay from the first moment I saw him, even though he appeare... exceptionally masculine. But there was just something about the glint in his eyes when he checked out really good-looking guys, like my husband. Scott said he didn't notice, but I did. Asking around, another guest I had met, a woman who had been here several times, confirmed for me that Jerome was, indeed, gay. But that didn't stop all the horny. . But I canforget all about my 'dilemma' as well.After removing my make-up I thrust myself under the shower and let thehot water wash away all my stress, leaving my long brown hair clinging tomy glistening, hairless body. I stare at my reflection in the bathroommirror and for the first time in a while, I smile a genuine smile. Here,in this one instant, I am not a woman. I'm not even a man. I'm neitherSteve nor Steph... I'm just me. Genderless, free to be who and whatever Iwant to be.I climb. After a few weeks, I found a nice apartment nearby the house with a large kitchen. a walk in closet with plenty of space for clothes, enormous dining and living room and the biggest bathroom I had ever seen. The rent was not too bad and it seemed everything I needed was close at hand. I continued my search for a job and found one with a major law firm who was always in the news as their new research associate.I really liked the job with all of assignments and resposibilities I was given and had. I was humping him with an unabashed manner, not caring that Joe was watching my asshole bounce up and down on him in his mirror, or that I was licking his face, a sure sign I was sexed-up to the highest level.When I started grunting I knew I was close and as if telegraphically, Joe knew also as he had pulled of the road again and pared a safe distance from the main dual carriageway.Joe managed to climb over the seats and get in-between my ass and the front seat, and slide his cock in-between my.