She grabbed it and moaned. She stroked it as I slid my tongue in her mouth. I opened my eyes and found her looking at me with an odd expression. “Wh...t?” I asked her. She kept on grinning and said, “I’m surprised you’d let me get away with this kind of behavior.” She gave my cock a tug.“You know,” I said pushing her down onto my bed, “you’re absolutely right.” I undid the button on my pants and unzipped them. She slipped her hand into my shorts and freed my swelling cock. I stepped up to her and. My all time favorite s the black lace teddy and matching crotchless panties. This set has probably seen more action then any other. I think my mom had fucked one of her black fuckers in it.I made a pile of undies I don't wear or the ones that daddy and Brian don't really like. I found a bag that had other clothing articles in it, to be donated. Poor people like to be or feel sexy too. I put that drawer back and pulled out another and began to do the same sorting.When I got to my pj drawer. Her breasts pressed against my shoulder blades, and… nipples. She wasn’t wearing a braw. We found a suitable location away from the road in a small clearing. The tall grass was razor sharp and the sticks were bone dry; it hadn’t rained in weeks. As we set up camp Keira began to talk. “So what do you want to do tonight?” I froze for a moment and then realized the question. “I don’t know, start a fire and trade ghost stories?” I said sarcastically. She didn’t reply right away. (Logical positivism andscientism may have vanquished the study of first principles altogether;like the speaker in Eliot's "Wasteland," I am not sure.)Understand this, if nothing else: having both female breasts and malegenitalia is a hoot! It is! A hoot!Certainly, mere males and females cannot know what it is to be whole, tobe entire, to be both a man and a woman and, at the same time, neithercompletely. We really are a third sex, although to suggest such a thingnowadays would be considered.