Mark's response was non-committal. It wasn't an invitation, but it wasn't a refusal. We were dancing around the subject.I recognized where I was. In m... youth, I had been in situations where I might have gone with a man and had always been too inhibited. After the fact, the idea had always excited me. I lost count of the number of times I had masturbated, thinking about what might have happened. I had regretted these missed opportunities to experiment ever since then and had promised myself. I loved the view. I loved looking up to her as I would to a goddess. I loved her wet heat and my worm's eye view of her gorgeous vulva. Her scent was yeasty but dry, like sourdough bread. I could smell a trace of urine as well, but I didn't care. I inhaled deeply and stretched my neck up to taste her. She was sweat and salt, but it was better than nectar. I gripped her hips and tried to pull her down to me—or my face tighter to her sex. I didn't care which I just wanted to kiss her and burrow. " Nero looks like a nice fellow and of course I'll have some respect for him but I'm not afraid. I'm sure that he and I will be good friends, let him out so we can greet each other."She looked at me again and asked, "Are you really sure, because Nero likes teasing people who are afraid of him."I gave her my best smile and said, "Animals like me because they are clever enough to feel if a man is real good guy or not, nobody can fool a clever pal as Nero."Jennifer looked at me and said, "I really. I've done shit with gay guys before, but it feels blurry and vague andnot right. The fact that my tough looks have me being the top. I wantto be entered; I want to be the landlord, not the tenant.I want to have breasts and a vagina and the lips and long prettyconditioned hair. I'm not going to be a dyky girl, not even given myorigins. I'm going to be pretty, you little fucks, you hear that? Oneday, I will be pretty. But, I'm too tall to sex change. I'll look likesome guy playing dress.