’ It’s good to have a friend who can make you laugh when you come close to having an emotional breakdown in a public place. We looked through the ...ther displays. Many of them where quite impressive and humbling. I felt awed to be in the same group with artists like the one who’s Ferry mural depicted fairies rowing what looked like human souls across a stream in various watercraft formed from flowers and leaves. The only hint that it wasn’t a photograph was the nature of the subject. Then there. The Internet had given me a bit of anonymity but thiswas a false belief. A reasonably talented hacker could have compromisedthe browsers I've used over the years. The firewalls can be brokenthrough and the release of my information. The search engines of todayboth open and close these portals in the private life we believe wehave.The purge of my collected outfits, shoes and jewelry happened just aftermeeting and falling in love with my wife. Setting my gender play asideseemed final at that. With my eyes closed I can think of how you would touch it run your fingers thru it and then ever so slowly run your finger thru my lips there. Just on the outside feeling the velvety softness of them. A moan works out of my mouth and I slide my finger just inside of my lips, the folds that are wet despite the water running down my body. The warmth and wetness of my cunt sends a chill over me and makes my knees turn weak so I put my back against the shower wall. I touch the entrance of my vagina. I leaned over her and dipped my tongue into her navel again. Her stomach muscles fluttered and she clenched her buttocks, thrusting her pelvis upwards more urgently. A soft purring noise rumbled in her throat and her hands reached down from her breasts and stroked my hair. The purring turned into words.'Oh, Angela, he's being so gentle and slow with you. You can still spot them, darling, you've done so well ... What's he going to do next, I wonder? Are you ready for it, Angela... ?' Her voice.