I want to smell her, to taste that young pussy. Suddenly, I push her off so that she is lying on the bed. She looks at me with questioning eyes. I t...ke her hand and place it on my cock -- she smiles and starts to rub me. I kiss her face -- her eyes, her forehead, her nose, then finally, her lips. She barely opens her mouth but then feels my probing tongue and her tongue meets mine with tender thrusts. Now we are into some serious kissing, with both of us breathing hard and our hearts. . Nothing, and I could now tell by her body contour I was at the top of her left buttock, the flesh was much softer, more give. This was amazing, I felt so hot. There was guilt but also a real feeling of tenderness. But more than anything it was pure lust. I ran my finger tips across the top of her bottom until they found the start of the crack, and I pushed a bit firmer, my middle finger lightly resting between her buttocks. I began to slide further down, an inch or two, had she taken her. The onething that disturbed me though was that Sam had called me Jen morefrequently when we were making love. I found that despite being maleunderneath, I was starting to match her mood cycles. I had become muchmore prone to tears. We even had a good weep when we went to see aromantic film at the cinema. Unusually, I enjoyed it.I was wearing mascara and a bit of lippy more often than not and somefemale behaviours were becoming natural. I did not have to concentrateto pass.On Friday we dressed. As I waited for my name to be called by the Panera dude behind the prep counter, I felt the presence of someone sidling up next to me. Without even looking, I simply moved a bit further down the line to make room – however, as I moved down, so did my new friend. This caused me to turn my head towards the motion, only to be greeted by a beautiful smiling face. I was still in a suit from the day at the conference, but this gorgeous woman was in sweats and a baseball hat – a look I typically.