WHY? In order to perpetuate the species--of course!So, why not just accept the fact that some men carry that extra female chromosome with them, and th...t they aren't afraid to exhibit that side of themselves in public? Personally, I use my (strongly) female side as a comfort zone that I visit whenever I can--or when the need arises-due to stress, celebration, or just everyday living. Please don't prejudge me for having the amazing ability to switch sexes at the drop of a hat. I use my feminine. " Red was anxious for a piece of her and approached as Will staggered backwards. The new rubber mat under the shower didn't offer her knees enough cushion, so they moved back to the picnic table. Red's cock bounced as he followed her. Holly leaned on the table to catch her breath. Red walked up behind her and pushed the head of his cock roughly into her wet cunt. "UMMMMM." She managed as she held onto the the edge of the table. He quickly pushed himself further inside of her. "UUUNNNNNNGHHH". "I don't care who you are sir," the Kommador replied, "there are people in the water and I need those boats turned around and back over there," he said, indicating the sinking liner."I'm John P Stoddard..." the man continued."Seamen," Alexie said, looking past the American, "dump that stuff over the side." NO!" screamed Stoddard's wife, staring at the grinning sailors, "my jewelry..."She then leapt down the ladder in three bounds, dropping squarely into the middle of the lifeboat. Kuropatkin. " he announced, naming the poem."I closed my eyes, but my vision failed to dim. She was there, standing ... and I could not un-see her. Her eyes, so dark, her skin so pale, her hair ... gossamer. She was the very picture of beauty.She looked at me ... and I could not hide my faults. And yet, her eyes began to shine with the light of the stars. And she smiled. At me. For me. She loved me, and her open arms allowed me to love her back.Her touch, feather light, hovering, unsure, but there, made.