I didn't understand it then.Jack calmed down and looked at me out of the corner of his eye and asked, "Well, do you want me to finish you off?" I didn...t understand at first. Then I did. I mean, I thought I understood, but I wanted confirmation."What do you mean?" I can jerk you off if you want." He wasn't looking at me at first. When he did look up at me I saw a face I didn't recognize. Now I know that I was looking at the face of a person deep in the grip of lust. My first reaction was to kick. Luckily, none came. I was so drawn to the feel of thenightgown whenever I could I began trying on women's intimates andclothes, despite my fear.I began to look at women differently. Don't get me wrong, I know thatbeing female also has its problems and that life is not always rosy forthem either, but here are the reasons I think being a female would be soincredible.Women are exquisite beings. They are beautiful beyond compare. There issomething about their shape that holds my eye. They have so. . curiosity. Can you let me into the cockpit?”I’m talking with a guy who loves what he’s doing. “Sure! Come on!”I stood up. “Mizz Shirley, can I leave my computer here for a bit? I wanna see Mister Geno’s Citation.”“Sure, hon,” she said.Walking out to the plane I asked, “How do you reconcile a given name of Luigi with a surname of Haugen?”“Mom was all about loving Italian culture. Dad just let ‘er name me Luigi, then nicknamed me Geno.”He opened the Airstair entrance, then stood back. “You go. I had gone down on women several times but didn't like it, but there was none of the usual musty moisture and smell, so I put out my tongue and ran it over the two thick lips protruding through the latex."Yeah, you get the idea. That's nice," she said and gasped a few times.It wasn't too bad; the latex tasted slightly minty, and I could feel the details of her softer parts with my tongue. I soon moved from the larger lips to the smaller ones."Put your mouth against it and start humming," Amy.