Meine Exfrau spottete immer, ihre Klitoris wäre grösser als meine sogenannte Männlichkeit! Ich selber bin mit 1,78 m und 65 kg auch kein grosser Br...cken, sondern eher schmächtig und zerbrechlich. Meine femininen Gesichtszüge und meine langen Wimpern runden diese Bild nur ab. Aus diesem Grunde suchte ich auch gar keine Kontakte, sondern habe sogar im Gegenteil alle alten Kontake zu Bekannte und Freunde aus Scham abgebrochen. Zudem wurde ich jede Nacht beim Anblick meines Bettes schmerzhaft daran. And worried...how the hell a cock was going to get in something so tight. Fully inserted she squeezed the bulb and felt the warm water filling her insides. It felt strange...and filling. She held it for a while untill she felt the need to pass it, then let it flow, there, in the shower. After two more insertions the water ran clear. She found a bleach spray, and cleaned the cubicle, had another quick shower then wrapped a big towel round herself and went into the bedroom. There sat a big. They all got quite cozy talking about all kinds of details about lesbian life in general; kind of like the general discussion I had with Alex. When they started to run out of steam, maybe after it became clear that however much Kitty was fascinated by their world, she wasn't about to leave my side, the conversation turned back to me and Gail."So Alex, what's the deal with you and Gail? Have you officially turned her to the dark masculine side, or is there hope for her and Melissa?"I think we. But I had not acted on it. I was married after all. I’ve jerked off thinking about her, of course. I suspect Kristine knew this, too. I was very much under her spell.After dinner, there were drinks in the lounge. I was talking to a couple of other colleagues when Kristine came and sat in a big leather chair just across from me. She sipped her drink and looked at me, nodded, but said nothing. Instead, she leaned back, caressed her fishnet clad thighs, and crossed her legs, and dangled her shoe.