" Her hands moved to my shoulders and pushed. I slid down her body until Iwas on my knees, my face against her French knickers between the sides of he...shirt. She was excited too. I could smell her and feel her heat through thesilk. The fact she was excited because of me excited me more. Her crutch wasbefore me, her pubic hair showing through the thin material. It had a damppatch. I remembered her sex from my youth. The neatly trimmed pubic hair, thesmooth lips, proud. The slit between puffy. The next morning, I put on my male clothes for the first time in aweek. They felt unpleasant after a week of the soft feel of woman'sclothes. Marisa's parting words stuck with me as I showered, packed,and got ready to leave the motel. "Find the balance." I began to thinkmore and more about it.As I drove to the airport, I began to realize the obvious. She wasright. I needed to balance my male duties and female desires. Iwondered how I could do it. I returned the rent a car and took ashuttle to. Pretty soon they was nakid and tryin’ to get into our pants. Man, it was wild. The things they was doin’, man, we was sure enjoyin’ it. Their mouths was like velvet and not that cheap velvet from Walmart neither. As soon as one was really goin’ at it the next little girly was pushin’ her asides and then climbin’ on top, lordy be. Even when I was their age, I never got nothin’ that good. Did ya hear somethin’ about wantin’ our babies?”“Do you think it was real or just a dream?”“Man, I don’t. Na bhaiya… bolti rahi lekin Nitin Bhaiya pe to jaise junnon sawaar tha. Unhone meri bra ko mere kandhon par se utara aur meri chunchiyon ko jee bhar ke dono haathon se dabaane lage. Wo bolte jaa rahe the… Hai Meri Jaan Anjali kahan thi tu ab tak… Kya Pink nipples hain tere… kabhi ek choocnhi ko apne moonh mein lete aur doosri ko dabaate aur kabhi doosri ko peene lagte.Thodi der baad mere andar bhi jawani ki lahar daudne lagi aur mujhe bhi maja aane laga…main bhi apne haathon se utha utha ke.