Crossing her legs, she reached into her purse and removed a cigarette, a vice, which she had reacquired following her escape from Dr. Frankenwiener. A... she inhaled and waited for the nicotine rush, she closed her eyes and thought back over the horror of the past three months: the agonizing recovery from castration and reconstructive surgery, the prolonged period of lethargy while her body adapted to the loss of testosterone and flood of female hormones, and the slow changes as the estrogen took. I was biting her neck and she moaned. I was licking all over her face, her ears, neck. I was biting her nose and her lips. We were tasting our lips one another.We kissed for more than half and hour. We were on the floor hugging and kissing each other. I couldn’t control anymore I carried her and throw her on the bed. I jumped next to her. She hugged me immediately. I removed my t-shirt. I was rubbing her body.My hands were all over her body. I squeezed her boobs like anything. I came down and. My hotel was within sight of an adult bookstore/theater, but I dared not go there for fear of being seen. I did however arrange to meet someone whom I had contacted online. My schedule was hectic, but after the day's meetings and receptions, I did get back to the room mid-evening. My new friend met me soon after at my room. He was 70 yo, semi-retired professional (psychologist), who lived alone (divorced with kids and grandkids) near downtown. I met him wearing nothing but my black thong. He. I was one of the lucky few and this is my true story.I was eighteen years old when my story begins, the youngest of three c***dren. My sister was twenty two and at college whilst my brother and I, due to health problems during c***dhood, still had another year of high school. When I was sixteen our parents had decided on an amicable divorce to give them a chance to start a new life. Mom was forty-one years old at the time and daddy almost fifty. They both had careers: daddy was an engineer and.