I tried to clasp around that thick shaft of his. “The Decorator” was a close fit to his cock, but the real thing was much larger and much, MUCH mo...e satisfying. I stroked his cock back and forth. I lifted it upwards to stroke it up and down. He moaned with pleasure. My hand was struggling to grip around his entire shaft. The length of his cock was amazing. I stopped cupping and rolling his balls and gripped his shaft with both hands and there was still a bit of the shaft showing along with his. " She cast her mind back. "Your children, for example. And your ability to live nearly anywhere in Feldare, and thrive. How blessed would be the lives of the elder race if we could dwell, like man, in the hills, and on the plains, and even in the mountains."Harlen blinked, the idea of elven folk being jealous of humanity was quite surprising. "Do your people really feel that way?" He asked.She nodded. "Some so much so they wish us to stop dealing with men altogether." She said. "And I do not. The jet black hair, the ample breast still firm and fleshy, but just the hair touching. The sensation was exquisite. The cool air, the gentle touch of the hair moving back down my chest and across my abdomen and then brushing across my groin making my manhood spring to immediate attention.As she sees my reaction, she emits a low approving "MMmmmmm" as she swings her leg over mine and straddles it, still brushing her hair about my member. She swings her other leg over and kneels between my legs. I was after all looking for something different - a woman to dominate and feminize me.It's easy to rationalise this. I was brought up to be a man. Men don't dress like girls. Men don't fancy other men. If you do either of these things you are a gay, sissy faggot! However if you are forced to do it, by a dominant woman, that somehow makes it ok! How ridiculous this sounds in hindsight!I started to enjoy the attentions of other men more than I did the t-girls. The guys made me feel more girly and.