Six weeks since his encounterwith Doyle, Marcus and the police. Six weeks since Art's determinationhad steeled and he had fully commited to the idea o... presenting as agirl. His hair, once a messy but short mop, now reached to his jaw line,it's texture much smoother and glossier since Art had switched hisshampoo and conditioner. This too hadn't gone unnoticed, but the ribbinghe received from his friends was easily dismissed."Danny, mate. I'm good." Danny seemed satisfied enough."Ok cool. We're. I could not take any more, and my orgasm made me shake all over. My legs pulled up to my chest, and she followed the motion with the rubber cock, slamming it one more time hard into my ass. She reached forward and pinched a nipple, and then dropped down again to pinch my clit hard. I had another wave of orgasm got through me. She held me motionless for a few minutes, more like a lifetime to my senses, and as I began to calm down, she repeated everything one last time. I thought I would lose my. There was enough ambient moonlight that he could clearly see her as she reached down crosswise and grabbed her t-shirt and lifted it up and over her head then dropped it onto the sand. She looked upward at the sky as she reached around behind her and unsnapped her bra and let it slide down her arms and then dropped it onto her t-shirt. With a finger on either side of her shorts she pushed them and her panties down and over her butt and then stepped out of them and walked behind the bushes and. What's the term for that? Ah silence.Back to the hotel room...I was standing in my robe waiting for you to finish in the shower. I was enjoying the scotch over ice as I watched the scene of the city below me. The darkness was alive with movement, a city that never sleeps.You exited the bathroom with your long dark hair pulled up in a bun, showing your beautifully radiant face. Your lovely neck, so defined and sexy making me want to nibble on you, tease you with my tongue. I made you a drink.