Exactly,” I said. Oh, fuck. “It’s just that ... When you lick me—which I love, by the way—you get turned on. I know. I’ve felt you. I’ve...tasted you. It excites you even more than it excites me, and I never had stronger orgasms. You are an attentive lover and you love it. When I lick you ... Well, there’s nothing particularly wrong with it. I love you. But it doesn’t do anything for me. I end up just as dry at the finish as at the start.”“And when I’m doing you ... Do you think about me? Or do. You want to put yourself through a painful operation, that's not even guaranteed to work, and could leave you permanently disfigured; endure a lifetime of hormone treatments; risk being COMPLETELY desensitized... all so you can know what it's like to squirt a few drops of CUM into the air?I just wanna be more like you, that's all...STOP RIGHT THERE! I'm not having you turn into a DUDE just so you can go around whacking-off at people! Besides, I want you to stay just the way you are. You're. Carla, these cookies are just to die for. How in the world do you do it? My mom said to my wife from across the room. Every year these cookies just seem to get better and better! You must give me the recipe. Mom insisted. Sorry Sarah, but a true artist can not reveal her secrets. My wife Carla replied while giving me a shifty look and a smirk. Ohhh Bah humbug. First you dont give me a grandchild and now you dont give me the recipe for these amazing cookies. What else are you going to keep away. You have always gone your own way despite either my opinion or hers. In some ways, you are the most neutral one of our three children. Neither of your sisters has the financial resources that your grandfather gave you. Sometimes I think he knew this day would come and prepared you for it in many ways. You could take care of your sisters financially if you needed to do that. He knew that your mother and I had not handled raising the three of you well. You were the one who was oldest and most.