Once they were fully nude, my girlfriend laid on the bed to receive her massage. Starting at the feet, the gentleman gave her a great body rub lasting...about 15 minutes. She looked like she was in whiskey (no pun intended) the entire time. When he was done massaging her, he flipped her on her back, spread her legs, and ate her out. He was doing great, being passionate, and she orgasmed within 5 minutes. The E was making her soo into it, she was clearly extremely horny, so she finally begged him. Gently he begins caressing the outer folds of my pussy with his fingertips, feeling how soft and swollen they are. And wet. Amazingly wet. He’s hypnotized…drawn to that wetness, like a moth to a flame. He can’t help himself, his fingers begin to part my pussy lips so that he can get more fully at that wetness. He rubs his fingers all down and around my pussy, getting his fingers soaking wet with my juices. He then brings them slowly up my body to my lips and paints my lips until they are glossy. She might even be married with ten kids. Suddenly, I felt someone walk behind me, and I turned to see the Maitre d’ preceding someone down the aisle. As I watched, she followed him about ten paces behind. I caught my breath and may have even let out a small noise — I don’t know because my mind was occupied with her. As I watched, and the Maitre d’ gestured to an empty table, she paused, appeared to think for a moment and said something to him. As I saw her start to turn, I diverted my face and. She stayed in a private room for 2 weeks until she had fully healed. He explained it would be a few years before she should start taking hormones and that eventually she would need another operation to give her a vagina. While waiting for Bobbie I stayed with Daddy who had had to leave his job because someone had written about his love of boys. We had mad sex all day for 2 weeks and I drank loads of Dads cum. He loved that I now had 2 vaginas. I loved the feel of his cock sliding inside me..