The feel of the roof of her hot mouth against the bottom of my penis made my balls tighten, but I held off cumming. Fearing she would wake, I stepped ...ack for a bit, and saw she was totally sound asleep despite all that had happened. I went to her closet and got a pair of black high heel pumps and placed them on her feet. I knelt betwen her legs and pushed my tongue into her moist kitty. It, as before, tasted like musky bath soap, and my saliva added to the wetness from her own juices.. I was kissing her while my hands were roaming over her body, caressing her butt and squeezing her boobs. Leslie suggested going to the bedroom.In less than a minute she was sitting on the bed sucking my cock. It was a first class blowjob! The best I’ve had so far. She exposed the dickhead with her fingers, playing with my balls tickling and caressing them with her nails. It was so hot! I was so aroused I knew it wouldn’t take me long to cum. I grasped Leslie’s hair and impaled her mouth on my. "I think I'll keep what I've got. I'mmore comfortable with that... Actually, I prefer it. I think of myselfand other male-to-female pre-op transsexuals as a third sex. Female-to-male transsexuals and post-ops are different; they really want toswitch gender. Male-to-female no-ops want to be both genders, butmostly female. Actually, what's between the legs is really the onlymaleness; the psyche is purely feminine. Still, that sausage is asignificant piece of maleness at least to society at large,. Inside, a woman leaned against the wall talking lowly on a cell phone. Ginny walked down the row of toilet stalls, and entered the last one.She latched the door behind her, pulled up the hem of her dress and hooked her thumbs over the top edge of the elastic band of her skimpy panties. She paused as second thoughts raced through her body. With a deep breath she called on her reserves of will. Before her mind could offer a counter-argument, she was stepping out of her silk thong. She squeezed.