She was beginning to associate her butt with feelings of pleasure. I stopped rubbing her clit, and just kept on kissing and licking her warm backside...- even now it makes my heart race. She got on top of me, and we had "normal" sex for a while. I reached round and started gently slipping my finger into her butt every time she seemed to be close to coming. She gave me a fake "shocked" look, saying something about me being "rather naughty". I took my finger out, to which she replied "I didn't. ”I signed and thought about her question. I didn’t have an answer because I didn’t know. I really did not know. I drove for a while, pondering that question alone. It wasn’t as if I couldn’t forge the bond. Yet, I couldn’t put my finger on the exact reason why I didn’t want to. Hell, if Kelly knew what I was, she might even demand I do it. One thing was certain. I had to decide soon. If we kept having sex like last night, she would end up in a coma by Christmas.For the time being, I had to get. Instantly she had conflicting feelings of wanting to gag on the object invading her mouth, or suck on it like a human lollipop. She tried to push the instinct for the former from her mind while focusing on the latter. Enthusiasm!- she reminded herself. Brad began a rhythm of halfway putting his length into her mouth, slowly fucking her face, while Jamie focused on working him a little with her tongue and closing tightly and wetly on his girth with her lips. Inevitably, he would push in too deep. I noticedthat the driver kept checking the rear view mirror, staring at me, so Iasked if there was something wrong. "I apologize for staring," he said in broken English. "I was justadmiring your ability to dress up and do as you please. I am a Transperson and have never had the guts to do what you are doing, in mycountry of India, this is not allowed. I admire you," he said with asheepish grin. I blushed and thanked him for the nice words and offeredencouragement that in America, we can do as.