.I opened the door a crack and asked if they were delivering furniture...they were so I quickly let them in. They were both white men, one much older .....probably mid 40s, and the other was in his early 20s. They smiled at each other as they saw my state, one made a comment "he said he had a white slave". They said that they were to put the furniture in the spare bedroom, I showed them where that was...and they nodded...returning to the truck. They brought in the first piece, it was a piece of. I will never tire of the sensation I have as I make love to a girl, my clit sliding into her, the feelings we seem to share as our bodies become one. But at the same time, some of what Jessica had done made me feel like I was missing out on a huge chunk of what it was to be a girl. Last night in the bathroom, she sunk to her knees and sucked me off, all while saying that it was something she had to do because she was a woman. And when I met Stephen at the jewelers, I think I felt a fraction. I found myself stepping out onto another sun deck below that on which I had been standing earlier. A bar was built and stocked to one side and she poured two Calvados and handed me one in the heaviest glass I think I had ever held. ‘So, is it true?’ ‘Is what true?’ ‘That you are a lesbian?’ ‘Does that matter?’ ‘It does if I am going to fuck you.’ I had been standing with my back to her admiring the last of the sun as it dipped behind a wooded headland at the edge of the bay in which the ship. I felt like biting him for the torment he had given me, I massaged his anus ring as I liked his cock and sucked at his glands. He was whimpering like a child while I ferociously attacked his manhood. Good for him as he did not last long and climaxed deep inside my mouth shooting his cum against my throat. I gagged but this was nothing new for me. I swallowed all that he had to give in just two gulps and licked his limping cock dry..He was in no condition to do anything now. I used this.