Beendoing that for years." She sighed, cupped my face with her hands andreplied, "Girl, you have been transitioning your whole life. You're justnow aw...re of it."With that, she gently placed her lips on mine and we kissed. I'm prettysure it was one of those kisses from "Princess Bride" perfect. Welingered on the couch exploringeach others lips and gently probing with our tongues. We entangled ourlegs and pressed our bodies together and started to rhythmically moveas one. Becky then slowing took. Now I don’t think I had ever drank scotch before but didn’t want to sound ungrateful so duly accepted.We had a break the ice chat and I found out that although Bert was pretty fit he had put his back out a bit and needed a couple of boxes put up in the loft, easy enough plus I get to drink his scotch which by the way was beginning to knock my socks off, I knew there was a reason I stuck to beer.My glass was getting low and he picked up the bottle to fill it but I told him I had better do the. Ihave them tell me when it’s close so I can use mymuscles to close off the back of my throat so the jetsof cum don’t choke me. It is just something that I havelearned so I can enjoy myself too. After all, a goodload is what I’m after, so if I can finish him all theway then I can swallow at my leisure, I call the shotswhen a black guy cums in my mouth. As usual I’m hoping for at least a 1/4 cup of blackcock cum. Their cum is not like a white guys, you know,clumpy, I say. Lois had taken him, via wheelchair, to the aisle that led to their box seats, and from there, Paul had stood up and laboriously made the long trip down to their front-row seats.Lois had folded the wheelchair and, pushing it, followed closely behind him. The trek had involved only about eight staggered step-downs, with almost-level wide walking spaces separating the steps. But the trip had nearly exhausted Paul. He tried not to let Lois see just how difficult his little walk had been.She did.