"You have a serious streakof femininity in you. That is totally cool. It doesn't mean you areattracted to men. You are attracted to you, though, you j...st admittedit, so are you a man or not?"Put like that, it flipped me around. "I'm male. Yah, it's weird I'mattracted to me, but I am. I have never felt like this. In regularclothes I'm a bit skinny and lanky but in these, I see me as someoneelse, someone who is pretty and attractive and I feel... full ofenergy." But you didn't answer my question:. ?Her jaw ticked. She gripped the cloth beneath her. Her vice remained steady but held a note of hostility in it. ?I do just that. What are you getting at??Collin laughed again, a rich hearty sound of a rumble that made Jackie wet between her thighs. She hated him at that moment. He narrowed his eyes, the twinkle sparkling brighter now in those silver irises. ?You’re assuming I’m picking on you, Jackie.??Aren’t you??Collin shifted his weight. ?What purpose does that serve me??She didn’t. I felt the flutter of her pulse. “You’re my sexy sister who needs her passions released. You need what I gave Pyrriah and Lasla. You need my cock in you.”“I don’t!” she gasped.My other hand slid my cock down her stomach. The tip rubbed down her skin. I shuddered as her skin grew silkier and warmer the closer I came to her crotch. I crossed her pubic mound and then I was nuzzling at the lips of her pussy folds.“Why are you so wet if you don’t want my cock in you?” I asked. I licked her ear.. ” “But I didn’t take anything,” she said with just an edge of panic. “Except for a little of the man’s duck butter?” “Don’t be vulgar, Mr. Gafferson.” Kitty took a man-sized slug from the high ball glass and peeked over the rim at Moe. When she spoke again the panic was gone, and in its place a kittenish mewing. “Did you give them my name?” Moe frowned. The dame was like everyone else in his world. Sooner or later self-preservation won out over love. Grief runs its course, and that course can.