Hisblouse and jacket hugged his firm breasts, flaring as they joined theupper curve of his hips. His tight fitting skirt followed the gracefulline of...his thighs, ending just above his knees. His shiny black pumpsraised his feminine heels by four inches making him feel like he wasteetering on tip-toe.Sam's eyes closed as he felt Rivers' arm slip around his small waist.Suddenly he was back in "Le Grand Casino de Monte Carlo", making hisfirst tentative steps out into the world as a woman.They. In the more populous Midwest though, Ovid was just one moremundane small community - or so I thought at the time.Two things struck me about Ovid - other than of course its unlikelyname. I mean, who would have named a small farming community inOklahoma after a Roman poet? The first thing was that in spite ofapparent prosperity, certain establishments seemed to be missing. Ihad grown up in the Midwest, and I knew that I should have seen aMcDonald's or a Burger King, or at the very least a Pizza. I picked up a copy of a gang bang magazine. As I looked through it I looked over and saw the clerk behind the counter smiling at me. I figured that my being there was refreshing to him as well. He probably also knew that I had just been playing in the arcade area or at least I hoped he knew. There were more guys in the book store now. I tried to make eye contact with all of them, but most of them looked shy and looked down except for a black man who's eyes were burning thru me like he had x. I held the cigarette closer to my face while he licked me out, I know it was driving him crazy, and then as he watched me cum I held it almost to my lips!Finally he moved up over me, sliding lithely in between my legs. I reached over and tapped off the ashes into the ashtray next to us. He ravaged me for a time, my neck, my tits, my nipples, before moving up to look deep into my eyes and kiss me. As he kissed me passionately, I reached down and grasped his insanely hard and hot cock, gently.