"Don't move," I said. "This has to remain in place for a few minutes." After about three minutes I removed the thermometer, it seemed to me that it wa... tighter coming out than it was going in. I slipped her underpants back in place, then I asked her to lay on her back.I began palpating her abdomen, it was washboard flat and as solid as could be. This was a body that any young women would be proud to have. I moved on, examining her arms and legs, checking her reflexes and other minor things.". ...As a guy, my dick was always getting hard and I always wanted sex. As agirl, my pussy was always wet and I always wanted sex. I was still turnedon by women, but when I saw a naked woman, I would imagine I was her andbeing fucked by a big stiff cock. Whenever I saw a sex scene, I alwaysfantasized about being the girl. Fucking a girl never entered my mind.I had a hard time reconciling my thoughts. I wasn't gay, but I wanteddesperately to pleasure a man just like a girl would.With a month to go. Maine kaha TUM to itni khubsurat ho koi bhi AADMI tume pyar karna chayega,to uska kya jawab tha, kya tum muje pyar karonge,maine kaha YES. Fir kya tha hum dono ki mulakat hone lagi,lekin hum dono sirf ab tak mobile pe I LOVE U aur kiss kiya tha,ek din usne bataya ki uske husband aur uske family 2-3 dino ki liye DELHI ja rahe hai,ghar pe mai AKELI hu,usne muje apne ghar pe bulaya,mai uske ghar chala gaya,Aaj paheli baar hum dono bilkul akele mai mile aur maine usko pakad kar apne paas me lekar. Looking her son in the eye." Then I added, "By the way, I should tell you that this wasn't a tinkle. This wasn't a *little* pee. This was a real gusher, a torrent!"Martina gushed, "Oh, isn't Nancy Friday a *wonderfully* gifted writer. This is so poetic, isn't it? And I just LOVE how you tell a bedtime story!"I moved down and glanced at the junction of her thighs, at her swollen and wet cunt lips. Sniffing her musky scent, I observed, "If it weren't for the soggy condition of your cunt, I might.