I kind of drop my arms to my side with a bit of attitude, but it’s totally called for in my opinion. “Yes! I’m having breathing problems, I need...to go to the hospital! Right now and that is kinda your JOB ... Isn’t it?” As I roll my eyes, pulling my purse straps over my shoulder.He tells his partner not to worry about the stretcher, that I can walk onto the unit myself. He seems to have a bit of an attitude. But I think it’s kind of hot. He motions for me to get into the back of the ambulance. I had dreamed since childhood ofbecoming a woman; I had never felt comfortable as a male, and had always beenattracted to what were considered girlish things.In my early teens, I read about Christine Jorgensen and other pioneeringtranssexuals, and thought for a time that a sex-change operation offered memy route to salvation. But the more I thought about it, the more I wasconvinced that wasn't the way to go.For one thing, I was too large to make a convincing woman. I had topped sixfeet by the. Well, you know I don't want to do that. It's really gross."She sighed, then said with more sensuality in her voice than I had ever heard, "Would you relax, baby? First of all, he's just laid there naked with us while we fucked! Second, how can you say it's gross when you always want to cum in my mouth, and I always let you? If I can do it, you can too." He didn't answer, though I felt him running his hand over her body. "well then," she turned to me and put her hand on my erection as she. As RC released FK; FK found he couldn’t break eye contact and was suddenly drawn to Ramesh. Like a robot, Fazal took off his shirt and then unzipped his jeans which fell down around his ankles. With the same mechanical moves, FK’s fingers hooked into the sides of his Calvin Kline underwear and slid them down his legs. Ramesh stared at his naked body and smiled holding his hand out to Khan; who took his hand and was guided towards the bench.RC’s hands were sliding over FK’s pale brown skin as he.