It was still pretty warm and creamy frommy orgasm, and there was actually more fluid than I’dthought. Needless to say, I had never tasted cumbe...ore, and I was repulsed by the thought of what I wasdoing.Kristen told me to make sure that I swallowed all of mycum, and told me to lick every inch of the thong, in-cluding the area that was up her “bum”, and come tothink of it, the area that was up my “bum.”As I continued to lick the thong, something terriblehappened, I. ..”The mother interrupted “I know, you’re getting married to Bill, he thinks you’re a virgin and you’re not”.“Bbbut how do you know that.” Stammered the daughter.“I just know,” said the mother, “how many men have you slept with?“Oh!god, I lost count”, said the daughter.“Here stick the whole box of elastic bands up and when they go ‘twang’ and he asks what that was, you just say it’s your virginity going”.So on the wedding night she goes into the bathroom and stuffs the lot up then climbs into. Look at yourself, isthere anything masculine about you at all?"He looked in the mirror again and he felt a wave of depression flow overhim. All that he valued about himself, his bearing and smartness waspart of the stability he thought the person responsible for the financein a company should look and now it was gone. He never had an ounce ofprejudice against people of doubtful gender, he always maintained theright of anyone to live their lives however they wished, but beingforced to change. I like and love it this way. It makes things much more easier and sexier even. As the wine streams and runs through my sex, I tremble and shudder heavily from its terrible cold, and yet being so pleased and happy deep down my heart and senses. This is what I want. This is what I crave–and here I have it! No! It is inside my very own vagina that I am feeling and being whipped by this excruciating and yet brilliantly satisfying cold. I close my eyes for an instant while, imagining and even.