You crawl slowly forward, your breasts hang full, nipples straining against their skin. Your hair hangs low and tickles my thighs as your mouth parts ...lightly and you lower your head, keeping my eyes locked into yours. My own mouth opens and I suck a sharp breath in as your warm lips close over my cock. I watch you as your cheeks contract. I feel your tongue swirling around my shaft, I wonder if you can taste the juices of your own sex still coating my swollen member. Your lips move lower and. Her body suddenly went rigid, vibrating almost imperceptibly for several seconds. Her climax was a beautiful experience for me as an ‘innocent’ bystander. Her body lurched repeatedly several times, bucking hard against my hand before I released her breast from my mouth and raised my head to drink in the primal display before me. She bucked fiercely, her gasps loud and unmistakable in the room, her movements causing the bed to squeak in wonderful protest. Yet even before her body had stilled, I. What did the teachersay?"I felt like crying but I held it together and told her all about howthere was a boy named Kris in class last year who wore girls leotardsand how the rest of the girls thought it was so cool and even theparents praised him for not being afraid to be himself and strayoutside of gender norms. She was suspicious still but agreed to speakwith Miss Ellen the next day.When I left school the next day, my mom was waiting outside of schoolin her car and called me over. "Hey. . fourteens ... fifteens ... sixteens with Jongo, he change mind last minutes when other fellows be joshing at him." Sixteen porters, you say. Hmmm." I did the quick math. We'd save about 350 Congolese dollars, or very nearly six pounds sterling.I strode off in search of Tess. I found her unpacking some of our trunks in the hut that we'd been assigned to."Tess, love of my life, sweet one, help-mate and so on, Mbuto has come to me with a request from some of the porters, don't you know?" Oh?.