" See-who?" The laz from the deep," Lora said. "Rumors of her astounding beauty flow like water from a bowl." Oh, really?" Yes. It is whispered that y...ur breath will be stolen once you gaze at her loveliness." Hum ... Lilura won't let us stay away from her," Rhona said. "Each tribda must touch, kiss, or lick her for a while." The ritual is the ritual and I do so love it," Lora said, grinning broadly.Rhona opened her mouth to say something but a faint drumbeat caught her attention. Lora rolled. ”“Have you ever been with someone from Vietnam?” She pressed.“No,” I replied, “You would be a first.”We talked about Vietnam and the French influence on Vietnam culture.“Yes,” Tran replied, “The French are good in the kitchen and in the bedroom.”“The Vietnam women are the same?” I asked.Tran smiled.“I can show you,” Tran replied.I smiled as Tran pressed herself in closer to where I was sitting. She silently placed a hand on my upper thigh and lightly squeezed it.I leaned over and proffered a. It was the most sensual and erotic thing that I’d ever experienced. She raised her head slowly back up and turned to her father, repeating the same movement on his much bigger erection. It clearly wasn’t the first time that she’d done this and she took the full length of his thick shaft down into her throat making her father moan. My head spun with questions but the feelings in my cock as she slowly rubbed it and the sight of her eagerly sucking him told me to just sit back and enjoy what was. And until now I wouldn't go out, dressed up, sometimes a quick walk around or a short drive but nothing real. And one time in college I walked around the campus. Anyway I ignored all the signs being overly sensitive for a boy It should of clicked when I was diagnosed with disphoria. I knew I liked being girly but I really thought all teen age boys were like me. Always being a pretty-boy girls always came my way but they all end the same I get hurt because just like a girl I lack self esteem.