If that's all right with Cynthia.”“I don't own him,” I said. “In fact, I'm married and...”“I'm married too,” she said. “Isn't that a c...incidence?”“My husband is out of town...” I started to explain. This seemed a good time to back out of the evening. I would just tell her that I should be home, and ask Arlen to take me there.“My husband is somewhere,” she said. “Probably with some cute young man from one of his classes. He loves to fuck pretty young men. He likes women too. He'll fuck anything,. Not Maria! Hir's stayed deader than a doornail, which is just tragic.Granted s/he was one beautiful she male. Hir face was pretty, s/he had great long hair, a beautiful body, with an awesome T & A combination. Just, no fucking boner.As our relationship progressed Maria even introduced me to hir sex theripist.The theripist recommended that I stop cross dressing altogether. It would helpMaria complete hir transition into full womanhood.I might have gone for it except for one thing. I was. He seemed in a better frame of mind than yesterday, possibly because of his night of unrationed passion with Janis.Gino had never been reticent about his conquests, and I got a blow by blow — take that as a pun if you wish — of what appeared to be a non-stop night of orgiastic depravity. If only half of what Gino told me was true he was certainly living up to his nickname of the Italian Stallion. He finished his bawdy tale, and emptied his pint in three gigantic swallows."Janis is on duty until. After ten minutes or so, a familiar face entered the room; it was the first man from the day before. He started undressing as he smiled at her and said, "How are you liking the party?" She looked away defiantly, but a telling blush crept absent-mindedly across her cheeks. "Not talking to me, huh?" he continued as he stepped out of his boxer shorts toward her, "Well, you don't need to talk to suck my dick." She watched his semi-hard dick sway as he knelt on the bed. "Don't worry, I remember our.