I don’t just want another guy who fucks me. I want a guy who is ready to commit; a guy who understands pussy power. Do you know what I mean?”I sh...uldn’t have done, but I picked up her panties and inhaled the smell of her sex deeply through my nose. The aroma of her pussy and the images of her in my head were intoxicating. I would have given her my life at that moment.“I will do my best to please you,” I gulped.“What will you do tonight?” she asked.“What do you mean?” I responded.“You know what. "Hi, you're late, how did it go? Message,phone or send somebody round to let me know you're okay and had a goodtime before I phone the police and have a fingertip search made."I smiled, Samantha was the psychologist who ran my support group and tookthe job very seriously. She was a genetic girl who probably knew moreabout the weaknesses and in some cases the randy lusts of transsexualsthan she did of her own sex."I'm home in a sad, sad mood. I had a lovely evening."She must have been sitting. She hadn’t backed away. She hadn’t been upset and she hadn’t shouted at him to go away. No, she kissed him back. Their lips locked together. That tenderness now came flooding back to him.Matt held his burger half-way to his mouth as those tender kisses caused such intense euphoria, as he watched her weave herself through the myriad of people, chatting, nodding, smiling, occasionally eating the bite-sized portions of food arranged on her plate as if they were a journey of some kind. A path that. Inside the halls, glass and steel displays lined the vast interior like a museum; each display showing deeds the League had accomplished or enemies long defeated, their equipment professionally maintained and catalogued. The walls were covered in paintings, photographs, plaques, and murals of the Justice League’s history together, their rewards, their losses, and family they gained and lost. Decades of history laid out for all to see to anyone welcome to ask. At the heart of the Hall’s complex,.