It took me a while to work out whatit was about, talking about sumo wrestlers and the like but after the3rd time of reading it I got the gist of it."S... what they are saying is that I can 'hide' my bits inside my body?"I asked Cathy slightly disbelievingly."That's right. As you know, we are all born with the ability to beeither male or female and so our hip bones are pretty much the sameduring childhood. It would be really cool if you could do this, thenyou wouldn't have to wear the gaff, plus I. I put it up on the lift and then started to look at it. I wasn't sure what was wrong with it. I figured maybe it was a loose connection or something like that. I would be thorough and look over the entire car. I noticed the woman had gotten some coffee. She was warm and was wiping the sweat from her head. Her body looked amazing in her sundress. When she was talking to me before, I noticed that her nipples were rock hard in her dress. She definitely wasn’t wearing a bra. I was so hot and horny. You love it...you feel better at this moment than youhave ever felt in your life...admit it."Before I could stop the words, they gushed out of my lips. "I adore the feelings I am experiencing."I blushed with the shame of admitting to such feelings, but, I could notbottle up my feelings. Nervously, I shifted in my seat, feeling the coolair on a new part of my leg. I loved the rustle I heard as I moved. Myfingers had long red nails, and looked like someone elses hands. I justknew I was wearing. .. are you a hooker?" Albert had to ask.Caramella hated the question. She was not a hooker, for the fact that she would have sex with any black guy free of charge."No. No I am not. Hey do you know what a one night stand is?" Caramella asked him back."You ... you ... you want to do it with me," Albert said."Yes. I need a black guy to take control over me," Caramella whimpered.Albert had a wicked smile on his face. Unlike his more cooler and popular friends he never got laid. Not even by a white.