David broke the kiss and whispered:"You were magnificent and I can't wait for the next time."She was at a loss for words as he stood up and moved out ...f the way for the next boy.Everybody shifted a little to let the next boy slide under her. He was a tall, skinny Arabic looking lad and her eyes got big as she saw the size of the cock on the boy. She knew that taking it in her body would have hurt like hell if she hadn't had so many other cocks leading the way. Even as wet and loose as she was. I shifted my body weight until I was squatting just above her face and then stuck my cock straight down the back of her throat. She did not object and sucked on my cock hungrily, enjoying how much she was turning me on. She was working her lips up and down my shaft and was also taking the time to give attention to gentle sucking and nibbling of my balls . . . fucking fantastic! I reached over to the bedside table to get out a condom. I unwrapped one and asked her to role it into my cock. I could balance a pen equally well ineither hand, but the motion and grip between the fingers still feltawkward and I was clumsy.Counseling began the next week as well, they brought a trauma counseloras well as a gender specialist, to see how I was adapting. I was honest,told them I hadn't really given the gender issues much thought, but Iwasn't in any pain. I was sad for Christine and her family, of course,and I didn't know how to deal with them just yet.The next two weeks were a blur as. ”“Well you sound really excited about it,” Toby replied. “I mean, seriously.” He began to speak in a flat monotone. “No. Stop. Settle down. I can’t let you do it. Be still. Control yourself, you maniac.”“What’s wrong?” asked Dave, still searching. “Did she get fat?”“Fuck, dude!” hissed Toby. “That’s really inappropriate. And really discriminatory too,” he said a little louder, eyeing off a few woman weightlifters standing near us.“Yeah,” I said, rolling my eyes. “She put on eighty kilos which.