I let my hands glide over the scarf as it covered my body and imagined they were your hands. Tracing every curve and plane of me, roaming slowly over ...he fabric. I imagined it was the only thing that separated you from my naked skin and I closed my eyes. I don’t know how long I stood there listening to the music playing in the background. Some sexy, mellow jazz tune from a CD of one of your friends’ bands. I got all the names confused, but I just let the sax wash over me as I swayed and. Both as entities in themselvesand as sexual partners, shemales, as a third sex, so to speak, renew andheighten sex and sensuality by combining some of the attributes of eachsex, as such crude terms as "chicks with dicks" and "dudes with boobs"suggest. Just when we begin to think that we know it all about men andwomen and about sex and gender, shemales come along to confuse and amuseus, opening a new array of possibilities concerning such matters.Shemales make us reconsider the meaning of such. "What could they have been arguing about?" I said as I looked at Stacy."I think it was about me." Stacy said in a quiet voice."Why do you say that?" I asked."Because after Melanie had run off, Ms. Johnson got out of the car and walked up to me. She told me to be real careful about who I talked to or else I could disappear just like my father had!" Stacy said as a tear formed in her eye."You must be terrified!" I said as I reached for her hand."That was strangest thing of all, I was not scared. 'Oh fuck you're a good little cockwhore!' He moaned again. His breathing deepening as he fucked her face. Feeling her hands scramble across his thighs and waist, still searching for relief. He kept fucking her throat, shoving his full length down until she gagged. Forcing her throat to stay impaled on his cock until she ran out of air. To pull her up, coughing and drooling, tears running down her face. His hard cock sloppy and wet with her spit, to just shove her back down again. He loved the.