Everyone treated himexactly how he appeared, as a beautiful woman. He went into woman'spublic bathroom expecting. . . what, he didn't know, but it wa...n't muchdifferent than visiting the men's room. He shopped at a woman'sapparel store and was treated no differently than any other customer."Can I help you find something ma'am?" Asked the store clerk. "Wouldyou like to try this on?" Well, what was I expecting?"He discovered a few subtle differences though. People smiled at him alot more. And. Using slight pressure to angle my head for a deeper kiss. I blush as I realize this memory is making me wet. My hand is slowly and softly striking my neck where your hands once laid. As my thoughts continue to drift my hands do as well. My soft hands are under my tank top plumping my small breast and tweaking my tender nipples. I pinch a little harder on one and cry out softly. Maybe this is what I need. A release could be enough to free my mind from your hold. The music is still. Your mouth devours me, like dessert that we forgot to eat at dinner. My hands grip your hair as your tongue flicks across my mound, tasting and licking up all of my juices. My body trembles as my own desire builds. Suddenly you stand, taking my hand and guiding it in undoing your jeans. I slowly tease the zipper down. You growl as I am taking too long, finish unzipping yourself and lowering your jeans to your ankles. Your hard cock springs into view as you force me to turn around. My hands. He smiled and let go of her hair.She stared at his face.Her tired face broke into a huge grin.“That was awesome!”She jumped up and wrapped her arms and legs around him.Bouki laughed and held the tiny girl in his arms. She dropped to her feet and grabbed a large colorful shawl from a chair, wrapping it around her sweaty, naked body. She skipped to the door and opened it only a jar.Mrs. Livingston looked at her sternly.“What?” Henrietta said, still grinning.“’What’? What do you mean, ‘what’? What.