This was very different for Vee. Her usual introduction to a new guy started by getting naked with him, then some very direct manual and oral stimulat...on followed by coitus in one position or another. A big difference, though, was that she rarely kissed these other men. The interaction was about sex, not affection.Once again she got his pecker to spew spunk and she climaxed on his fingers. Joel was so proud and she kissed him soundly with a “Thank you”.As they lay together after the satisfying. I remember that from before I fainted.I sit my naked frame up on the floor . Hands outstretched behind me, so that I can look down over/between my breasts at my groin.Pubic hair looks much as it did, but no longer does a line stretch to my belly button. But below it, sits the opposed and inviting labial folds that were once my scrotum.I do not touch it, for that would be to acknowledge it.Part of my brain is reminding me of what we were taught at psych. We need to grieve for a loss, whether. “And, you know. You’ll make them dirty anyway.”I narrowed my eyes until they were just little slits in my head. “Have you been spying on me, Judit?” I asked with trembling voice, knowing full well what she was getting at. So what? I liked it in my ass, there was nothing wrong with it! And it was certainly not a reason to leave my dildos dirty!“A-accidentally. I didn’t mean to,” she said apologetically.I folded my arms and tapped my foot. “Accidentally, huh?” I asked. “Well, little sister, then. Maybe!”Standing behind Rosie, I gripped her hips and took her hard, shoving the doe deep into her sopping pussy, stretching her and pushing her body further out from the balcony. A handful of squelching thrusts soon had the doe sticky with goo.I spat on her pucker. She moaned, her world narrowing again, as I massaged the spit into her arsehole, my thumb teasing her open. Her reserve hadn’t crumpled, her gaze refocused on the hotties below. “Miss, they’ll know.”“Being an anal-whore isn’t.