" "How is that?" I tell Tom to keep quiet and let her tell us in her own way. "I want to have my pussy held right on the edge of an orgasm for as ...ong as possible, without allowing it to have what it will be begging for." When she doesn't give any more details, I ask her how long she wants to make her pussy beg for what it can't have. "Until I say otherwise, but for at least 69 days." "That will take you to about three months of your big ride." Tom corrects me, saying that it will be. It was just a blank expression.“Turn off the lights, shithead!” someone else yelled.Once again, it was black. I didn’t know what to do. This was my own flesh and blood, my sister. She was my parents’ pride, the perfect kid. And here she was, on her knees in a dirty basement, with my penis in her mouth. Before I could react, I felt that unbelievable sensation again. She was sucking me again, and there was nothing I could do. It felt so good that I could barely move a muscle.“Kusum… You don’t. She even started holding me like I was her own.After days of tests and examinations by a lot of doctors, they got allof the results. Sharon and them spoke for a long time and then she cameback to me. It wasn't very good news. She told me that I couldn't be aboy anymore. She said that the doctors tests showed that my blood was sofull of new type of estrogen that my body would resist any testosteroneinjections. It was like my body was allergic to it now and I would getvery sick. The only thing to. Needless to say we drank far too much and ended up back at hers, the anticipation was incredible as I began undressing her. We hadn’t slept together for 5 or 6 years, but it was straight back into the ease and confidence in the sack that only comes from long term relationships, but with the excitement of a one night stand because it had been so long.As we engaged in some fairly serious foreplay, it became clear that she still had an amazing body and was hairless which I love. We played by.