My fingers were still in her pussy and my thumb still in her ass. I was uncomfortably hard. Part of me felt bad that I was aroused. I was supposed to ...e, ‘working’ not horny.“Sir ... um ... may I um, like practice again what we did before?” Berry asked, her cheeks reddening probably as much as her ass cheeks surely were.“Full sentences, Strawberry,”I said quietly, squeezing the cheek I was cupping.“I feel like I want to, um, you know ... not for me or anything. But, um ... could I like practice. 'He's coming around,' Johanson thought to himself. 'He's starting toconsider that Jordan may really want the sex change operations.'But Johanson also knew when to press his advantage and when to back off,and now was the time to back off."Well, good night," Johanson said."Good night, sir," Jason said, returning to his job search for Jordan.Johanson walked out to the parking lot, got into his blue Mustang andstarted the car. He enjoyed its throaty rumble for a second.'I wonder if Jordan would. I could feel the lips moving along the length of my shaft, nibbling on it ever so slightly. Fear had completely left me by this stage, if I was going be taken advantage of well so be it. If I lived to tell the story, well it would be one hell of a story. I felt my zipper go down and by dick burst free from the front hole of my boxers. But instead of the cool breeze from my apartment greeting it, a warm wet mouth did instead. As the lips encircled my dick a tongue seductively flicked across the. ”“Thanks, Dale, just one more thing. How do I get it out of the shed? I tried to push it but it won’t move.”“You need the brake off and disconnect the transmission.”“You’re kidding! How am I to disconnect a transmission?”“Easy. It’s a small narrow rod shaped like an upside-down “L” just below the seat facing the back. Just pull it out and it is disconnected and the tractor will move freely. You just push it to the driveway and the guy that shows up does the rest.”“I can’t push that big.