I was in Fred’s arms at New Year’s in New Orleans time. , and he kissed me. Or maybe, to be honest, I should say we kissed. It was the wine, the m...od, the chemistry -- it all led to a kiss pretty much well over any limit I’d have imagined, and his arms around me were doing more than just holding me, they were caressing my back, my hip. At the end of the song he whispered an apology and led me back to our table. The event ended soon after that, we went home and AJ, to my surprise, wanted to have. I was so hungry for his cum and then he did the unthinkable....he pulled out. I thought what the fuck. But he back up a little bit so the guy behind him could come around and shove nice 8 inches down my cocksucking throat. The first guy told him cum in the fags mouth and that is just what he did, One, two, three, four bursts of cum sere in my mouth in seconds and then the guy who just came in my mouth grabbed me by my hair and shoved my face toward the first guy who started shooting his hot. “Well give us a hug first,” Jeff said.Then we all had a group hug.“Well see you two tomorrow. I'll be sure to at least call first. I wouldn't wanna walk in on you two when you are 'busy' now would I?” Jessica asked.“I don't know, would you?” Jeff asked.“And congratulations on putting a bun in the oven too. You are gonna let me be the godmother, right?” Jessica asked.“Well you are running unopposed, so your chances are really good,” I replied.“Good. Well, talk to you tomorrow,” Jessica said.Then. We do not growOn trees or vines;We were not bornIn a cabbage patchTo be transportedHomeBy storks.Sex and genderAre messy--Mistakes are made:ChromosomesAnd identitiesSometimesOnly mixInstead of merge,And we are bornChameleons,Men disguised as womenOr women camouflaged as men.We areWhoWe are;We areWhatWe are.For those in transition,Being is becomingWhoWe are;Being is becomingWhatWe are.(I want youTo becomeWho you are;I want youTo beWhat you are;I want you....) 2. Buoyant.