It was quick, urgent, frantic and explosive. Afterwards we lay side by side on the floor, touching and whispering our love. My blouse was pushed high,...my bra just below it exposing my breasts, my skirt round my waist and my panties pulled to one side. There had been no time, no need to undress. Don’s trousers were simply unsnapped and his undershorts still in place, his limp wet cock peeping out of the fly. Suddenly I had to pull my panties to cover between my legs, wiping. "Oh god I’m going to. Then I found my clit. I rubbed it, my asshole clenching as I wiggled my hips, pointed at the door. I pictured Clint standing there naked, his body muscular and strong, his skin lighter than mine. He stroked his cock, his face so handsome, chiseled, bold, his dark eyes smoldering as he stared at me.“Just slide your cock into my pussy,” I moaned, rubbing at my virgin snatch, brushing my hymen. “Take my cherry, lube your cock, then fuck my asshole! Fuck me like. It also appears to lack the entrance to awomb. If I were not to be mistaken, Dear Watson, I suggest that what wehave here is not a woman, but what was once a male, modified by surgeryin such a way as to perhaps provide a plaything for its master. Aplaything that would not be troubled by pregnancy, or indeed, a woman'smonthly inconveniences." Watson blushed, as well he might, andshuddered."But how would such a thing be done, Holmes? And why - apart from thereasons you adduced?" Watson realised. Then she pulled away and brushed her hair out of her eyes and sat back, smiling. ‘That’s not fair,’ I said, my heart racing. ‘Why not?’ she giggled. ‘You’re so pretty and I can’t touch.’ ‘That’s what’s so nice about it,’ she whispered. ‘Do you want a story or not?’ I asked, smiling. ‘Sure.’ I told her about my former fiancé. I met her when I was in college in New York. She went to an all-girl’s school near mine. I used to slip out at nights to visit her. At first, it was romantic.I’d throw a.