I am thirty-two years old, and I am a free-lance photographer. Like most my age I consider myself on the conservative side in most of my view points, ...nd maybe that is why I took my last assignment with the Washington Post, covering the Vice President's campaign for the last year and a half. Now with the presidential election decided by the voters, I find myself without work.Throughout my career, I have discovered the uncertainty life that is sometimes presented to all of us. I guess this. He kept licking and sucking my dick for a while and running his hands all over. It was not a full blow job yet.It was still his pretend cleaning game and I was still enjoying it. After licking my dick clean and giving me a hand for a while, he got up.“Shall we start the massage?”, he asked.I realized that I was having my eyes closed and was enjoying the whole thing. I had to open my eyes to see him smiling at me.“Yes… Please” was all I could say.“Full body or only specific area?” he teased.“As. ' Alison observed. 'Well I can't reach there.' I objected. 'Here let me then.' Alison offered. She grabbed the bottle, moved to sit on the lounge and pouring lotion on to her hands, started rubbing it on to my back. A tingle went through me as she was doing it. Such an ordinary thing, but never the less intimate. Her hands felt good on my body and I was enjoying it immensely. Although she seemed to have fully applied the lotion, I was not sure, but it seemed to me that her hands lingered a. No matter what view I took, I liked what I saw! Gone were theshapeless clothes of my male self! Gone were the angular male featuresun-softened by make-up! Gone was the feeling of rough wools and cottonsagainst my skin! Gone was the lanky boy who never could fit into therole into which he was cast by some perverse misalignment of geneticmaterial!In his place was the soft female form into which he should have beenmoulded from the first. The feeling of satin and lace caressed herdelicate flesh..