Ultimately, he ended upworking in a clinic that specialized in people with gender dysphoria, firstdoing facial and breast surgery, and later doing sex...al reassignmentsurgery as well.Dr. Mautner was good, very good! When he later left to start his ownclinic, he built it around the philosophy of treating the person as awhole. Patients were extensively interviewed by resident psychologists tofind out exactly what their self-image was, and how they expected to beperceived when the surgery was over,. Phil immediately took over. His cock plunged into the moist gooey hole. He was whipping up my sperm to a froth. He did last a bit longer. He withdrew. I was ready again. This went on for three rounds. Anne's cunt was overflowing. Our orgasms did become dry, no more come. Phil did come through. Right before he came Anne's squealed loudly, shuddered, and came hard."You see that wasn't too hard. Everybody is happy. Let's take a break. I have one more request."We rested on the bed for about 20. As her fingers moved inside her, Susan began to moan with the combination of pain and the thrilling sensation created by Andy's slender fingers. "Mommy," she whispered, "thank you for opening my asshole like this. Your slender fingers are so much easier on me than Jeff's huge cock will be."At that Andy kissed Susan on each of her nether cheeks. "But Mommy, what did you do that for?" Susan protested."Haven't you ever heard of an ass-kisser?" Andy asked with a straight face. "I just wanted to see. Once up, I realized I should probably shower too but I really wanted to see where John was, so I shuffled out into the apartment like a zombie in search of him.The sun was flooding into the kitchen and it made me wince, I was either hung over from the party at the Belvedere, or hungover from all the sex. I was hoping it wasn't the sex. As my eyes adjusted, I saw the two most important things to me at the moment: John and a big mug of coffee. John was sitting at the table in a robe and writing.