She floats toward the ceiling as the water rises. The men laugh loudly, cheering and making bets.’ The car stops suddenly and I look around. We’ve...found the warehouse. Two vans and Charlotte’s car are parked outside. We jump out of the car and run inside, listening for water or screams. I throw open the door of the room where the guys should be watching the movies, but its empty. I can see her on the screens. She’s floating naked in the water, slowly sinking toward the bottom. I yell to my. “No, I suppose not.” She closed her eyes. “Now what are we going to do?”I looked at Col and turned to Mutti Frida. “It doesn’t really change things – at least not yet. Col can still be a boy for the outside world, but she can be who she is here, safe in this house, can’t she?”“For the moment, yes.” Mutti Frida’s voice was slumped, like her shoulders. “I knew keeping you as a boy was going to cause problems, but it seemed the best way to hide.”Mutti Frida closed her eyes in thought. “Well, we. ’ Marie seemed thoughtful for a moment, pushing her fork around her plate like a shovel. ‘What made you want to be an architect?’ ‘My dad was an art historian. He had tons of books on architecture. Whenever I had a moment, I was devouring them. I’d see stuff like Gaudi and wish I could create something like that myself.’ ‘Gaudi is a far cry from skyscrapers.’ ‘Exactly. Which is why I’m on vacation from them. Not sure where I went wrong. I think that I decided making a living was more important. As my orgasm hit, I was dreaming that it was into my friend's mouth instead of a tissue that I was cumming into. I'd never actually done anything with another guy, though that didn't mean I hadn't thought of it. I suspect most guys, like me, have dreamed about it in their hornier moments. I love my own dick, and am fascinated by it. Wish I could get it in my mouth, but never could. I always found it pretty easy to transfer that thought to that of another guy's member. Still, those.