The names came down to us from the oldest surviving women along the maternal line - Ashton was my mother's mother's maiden name - and our first names ...re what our parents would've named us had we been born in the genders we now occupy." You know what's weirdest of all," said Mike, "far weirder thanyour own switch?" Seeing your parents for the first time," I answered, and he nodded."So what brings you here today?" I asked."I've got a meeting with one of your junior associates," he said."I. ”Before she could continue Keith had interrupted her with a question, “Tiddles? What do you mean by Tiddles? Is that what you call your girly bits down there?”Cheryl blushed again and said, “Yes, that’s right. We had a cat called Tiddles when I was just 5 years old and I loved that cat soooo much but he got run over by the school bus. When I got older and discovered that my ... my ‘thingie’ down there was called a ‘pussy’ I decided to call it ‘Tiddles’ in honour of our dead cat. After my. " I could always help you take care of things," he suggested, only half joking."Can you help me take care of things four or five times a day?" she asked, sweetly."That much?!" he gasped."You seem to have affected me in that way," she said."Wow." Besides, Jack's having enough problems as it is." I get that," said Bob. "But we can't let them run our lives for us." I know. I think we just need some time, to let them get used to the idea of us, and to learn how to deal with these new feelings. I wanted to kiss her cheek but, she gulped my lips and inserted her tongue in my mouth, started to suck my lips and tongue. The touch of her breast, the aroma of her mouth and the sweet taste of her saliva made me crazy. I pulled her to my lap. She was riding me, spreading her legs on both side of me, hugging me tight, face to face. She unbuttoned my jacket and shirt, started to kiss my hairy chest inch by inch.I touched her boob, she pressed and held my two hands on her both boobs. I could not.