His lips and tongue touched my navel more than it was required. The same happened with my nipples too. He slowly ate the two grapes on my nipples with...his mouth making them wet with his saliva and grape juices.Finally, he came towards my face and engaged me in a lip lock, chewing the strawberry along with my lips. The strawberry juices came out and traveled all the way from his teeth to my lips and finally in my mouth. It was the tastiest strawberry I ever ate.After he was done, another. The phone began to ring. ‘Hello.’ ‘Joyce…’ ‘Maggie is that you?’ ‘Joyce, I don’t feel so good,’ she said trying to keep the phone to her ear. ‘What’s wrong honey?’ ‘I’m tired of being alone. I… I don’t want to live anymore… Oh Christ, I miss him. I just want to die. Please make the hurt go away…’ ‘Maggie! You still there? Maggie, listen to me Maggie. Answer me Maggie!’ ‘Joyce, you’ve been a good friend.’ Joyce could hear Maggie crying in the background and tried again to get her to talk.. . which is... a little on the small side, okay? But that's not why I'm sensitive about the issue! It's because only a pervert asks someone else about their penis like this, right?!The guy rubbed his chin, then caught my eyes dead-on with his glare. "Hm hm hm... It's small, right? With no vagina. A grumpy, pint-sized geek like yourself has a small penis and no vagina. As for sensitivity, that was more-so a joke at your expense... The world's pretty normal for transexuals these days, but you. " You are gorgeous", Paul chirps up." Do you really think so, my husband has never said anything to me like that at all, I thought I was frumpy"."You couldn't be more wrong", Paul replies. "Lets get on with what happened next"." Martin must have had a look up my dress, but he says that he cant see far, for some reason I move my legs a little, I dont know why, Martin then says that he can see up my dress and comments on the panties I am wearing, they were lace red brazillian, he said that they.