Yes hindsight can be a wonderful tool in life to boost ones learning andexperience in order to make one wiser. However it is a double edged swordwhich...can force the realization of all the supposed deceptions ones selfhad propagated in childhood only to be mortified by the realization inlater life that I was in actual fact fooling no one but myself.I can honestly say I became aware of my true gender at the tender age ofthree when I could not understand why I was being treated as a boy.. " "Honey, I home" you say sweetly, the tiredness still in your voice. Honey? "What's this honey shit?" I growl. "My ass is your MASTER! Try again!" You're still on all fours looking up at your fleshy master with a mix of trepidation and desire in your big brown eyes. "Kneel before your master and say your home and kiss my ASS!" You rise up on your knees and say "Master, I'm home" as your warm breath blows between your quivering lips warming my cheeks. My hard cock is bobbing up and down of it's. "Hi, yourself, big guy," Celia said back as she reached over into his lap, grasping the fullness of his growing hardon in her hand. "I've missed you, Philip. Have you been thinking about me, too?" she said as she managed to get her hand around enough of Philip's erection through his pants that she could actually start stroking it up and down."Oh, baby, you keep that up and we're not going to be able to go anywhere," Philip warned as he felt his erection pressing almost painfully against the. ”“No,” I replied, and my hand went to my neck to reassure myself that my blouse was fully buttoned.“Please,” he said.“No,” I said, and then added, “but I do like watching you masturbate, honey. Your hand stroking your cock…”. I sat on the bed and cupped his balls. I massaged them tenderly.“Please show me,” he whispered.“No,” I said again, although I was feeling quite aroused. I turned over the cell phone, which had fallen face down, and watched the two women finger-fucking each other and.