Without any preamble I started the soft, loving melody that had pouredout of my head the week before. As I sang 'My Hero' for them, I watchedtheir fac...s, trying to figure out at what point they knew who my songwas for. They had all met Mom before, but even if they hadn't it becameapparent quickly. My mom meant so much to me, and this song did a reallygood job of letting other people know just how important she was in mylife. I couldn't wait to let her hear it for the first time.This song wasn't. It was not long before the doctor came into the room. "Good morning, MissKeen, I am Doctor Sanders. It is a pleasure to meet you. Please, sit downand relax. I want to go over the notes that your doctor has sent over andwe can talk for a few minutes."Doctor Sanders opened a manila folder and flipped through a few pagesbefore looking up at me. "I see by your doctor's notes that you are well on your way with thetransformation process. Usually I start out by looking at the candidateand going over. Both men were really hung, their long, thick, black dicks hanging free. I couldn’t help but stare. They had amazing bodies, and their dicks were so much bigger than my husbands that it was a marvel to me. Thankfully they both donned togas, so their dicks were hidden beneath the folds of fabric, but my imagination wouldn’t let me forget they were there. The previous series of photos had me dripping wet, and I’d been feeling more horny as we’d been going. So despite the logical parts of. As my mind wonders back to my seduction, I kiss down from your left breast, leaving a gentle but visible wet trail toward your very sexy abdomen, I run my tongue along your pelvic bone, the scent of your skin is driving me to distraction. I feel your arms on my shoulders giving me a gentle acknowledging squeeze before they return to their secure resting spot behind the grasped cotton sheets you seem to be tearing at.I kiss as close as I dare to start with along the line of fabric that is your.