”I was stunned but recovered to say, “Actually, I like it.”“Well, Diane,” Kay said turning to her partner, “you can flip this one.”“Wh...t’s that mean?” I asked but smiled as I kind of knew the answer.Diane blushed and said she didn’t know what Kay was talking about. “Don’t worry,” I said, “I’m flattered and I'm pretty sure I've gone down on more women than both of you.”That changed everything. They wanted to know my story so I said, “I'm polyamorous and happily married but we swing a lot and I. We'd both pretended to be responsive, Marcie skillfully, mewith an uneasy sense of risk. But even then I had no idea who he wasuntil Marcie later told me.So as far as everyone in our lives was concerned we were women.*******************Even so, Marcie suspected I didn't quite believe it myself, so I alwaysattended carefully when she alluded to my new sex. What might seem aspontaneous remark could well mask some new, well-deliberatedrequirement. This particular evening she'd come home and. "Oh, yes, I meant it!"Her long clit bulged against her tight shorts, the crotch of them wet with seeping juices. She stared at him, her eyes fiery."Now," she said, standing up and unzipping her tight shorts. She peeled them down her thighs, turning them inside out. When they were at her knees, she leaned over and slipped her son's cock from his shorts. "You know where I want this lovely cock, darling?" In the cunt, Mom," he grinned."Well, of course," she smiled wantonly, pulling at his swelling. “Gonna fuck that sweet little pussy of yours, baby.” “Yeah, baby?.” He laughed, pulling my shorts off over my converse high tops while I struggled out of my top, baring my embarrassingly small tits. Since I could remember I’d been jealous of the black girls in my neighborhood, their big round titties, their full asses. White girl like me wasn’t much to look at. Too small, too thin. Right now, though, the way Twiman was looking at me? I felt like the sexiest bitch in all of East Oakland. He.