I can't take much more of this” without stopping, Sharon whispered back: “Why not. Tell me why”Embarrassed but desperate, I whispered: “If you...don't stop...you're..ah ! You...you're going to make me cum !” Sharon laughed and said: “Baby, you'll cum when I let you cum. I know your dick better than you do” emphasizing her point by fingers dance along the ridge of my cock, sending lightning bolts of pleasure through my system.As she continued her ministrations on my helpless cock, Sharon asked. I can't stop thinking about last night. My big problem was I wanted to be the man. I wanted to do the thrusting and penetrating, not be the vessel to be filled. I've put on a woman's body, I'm wearing women's clothes in a woman's room; Howard has even started calling me by a woman's name: Martina. But I'm not a woman. I don't think it's something you can learn.With the first timers and the ones who kept coming back under different faces, they were there to fill some need. They either felt. Let me think about that.”That ended the conversation about my fetish. Thank god. I hadn’t intended to ever reveal that to Laura or to anyone else.- - - - -Back at her door, Laura kissed me on both cheeks and said, “Thank you for a wonderful dinner, Bill. We must do it again sometime soon.”“The pleasure was all mine, Laura.”As I was about to walk away, she asked, “Would you like to come in? I have a bottle of white zin in the fridge.”“You won’t have to twist my arm for that. I’d love to.”We’d. And she had looked at his steady eyes in the ray of light from the bathroom door, her hands lifted to push against the well-delineated outlines of his bronze, muscular chest. And she had admitted to herself, If he wasn't forcing me, I would even find him attractive. If the circumstances were different, I could let him ball me all day and do whatever strange things he wanted to do. I'd even lick his ass again, I think.But there were too many "ifs" involved. And her Irish- Catholic upbringing.