We move as one, two magnets attracted to each other. She is in my arms and I am in hers, naked bodies pressed together, 0ur legs between each other�...�s, hands groping for breasts, buttocks, vaginas…She is so moist. She gasps as I find her clitoris, then it is my turn to moan as I feel her hand on my labia, her fingers probing until - ah! - yes my love, you have found it.We are kissing, sometimes deeply; sometimes light butterfly kisses on nose, eyes, cheeks. We say things to each other, not. She stood there before us, already naked, her nipples erect and the lips of her shaven snatch already engorged with blood seemed to beg for attention.Bonnie asked, "What took you so long?"My eyes were still glued to her breasts. They were perfect. They almost defied reason, standing out so perkily despite their large size."I was trying to decide if this man was really worthy of me."Ok! That snapped me out of it. It was just insulting enough, that it kick started my mind.Bonnie was quicker than. I sat in the waiting roomreading girly magazine and looking very manly in my dress. No onethought why is this man wearing a dress.The head nurse with several other nurses quizzed Sally. "Tom is beingvery good. He is wearing his dresses and lingerie without giving it asecond thought. He is thinking these are his normal clothes and walkingproud in them. Had couple of cases where I thought he was going toquestion his dress, but I whispered in his ear the magic words and hesnapped right back into. I bought her a glass of white wine and we took a booth in the corner,with a little drink inside her she seemed to relax a little and to openup but she was only ever really vague when I asked her questions aboutherself. Still, we seemed to be getting on fine even though there were afair few long pauses in the conversation as I stared at her and tried towork out where I knew her from, it was the glasses and her eyes, theywere definitely familiar, bright blue eyes behind thick dark.