I could see Diamond, in the corner of my eye, looking through the camera lens as Wesley leaned forward kissing me on my lips. My eyes closed automatic...lly. I felt his tongue bump my front teeth, my mouth opened to receive him. Our tongues danced with each other, my pussy was now getting wetter.Wesley took his other hand and slipped the other strap off my shoulder and gently tugged on the material until both of my nipples were exposed. Wesley kissed me again only this time when his tongue. We do things that folks don’t want to hear about, let alone see and yet we sleep well afterwards. I never had any PTSD symptoms which made the post-op psych evaluators somewhat frustrated as they had difficulty accepting that. To me, it was the same as getting some eggs at the store as far as I was concerned - and nobody gets PTSD from buying eggs.Meanwhile, back to the lady friend who was a sweet 16 brunette who loved to fuck and we did - a lot - not that I was any great shakes at it except. "'Tus besos saben tan amargos' (Your kisses taste so bitter)Six unspeakably glorious months followed. I was happy for the first time since I turned eleven. Initially, I did not believe we were going to be more than a night I cherished. I woke up to find Dacia studying me the next morning."Why am I here?" she asked."I don't know," I told her honestly. "But I hope you never leave."The guys at the lab could not believe she and I were together. I tried not to do the things teenage males are known. Another minute or two and I stopped, before he could come again. When I let his penis pop out of my mouth, he protested wordlessly but I smiled. Next lesson, I said, standing up and pushing him down to his knees in the same movement. Take off my suit, Jason. Slowly, now, enjoy what youre doing. Youre stripping me naked — think about that. . . . And I made sure he enjoyed it, too, wiggling my hips and clenching my ass as he tugged the white bottoms down my legs. He was staring at my pussy like.