"Who was the bug and who was the rug?" Terry inquired. "Now just what do you think, Muscle-ass!" Paul responded. "I was the happiest bug in captivity ...ast night," Paul continued before Terry could say anything. We all swam around for about an hour; talking over last night's events and expanding on our new friendships. Leo had joined us right after Terry's dousing and asked if we were hungry enough to go out for a late lunch or early dinner. Since I had agreed to drive Paul back to the base by. Sheknows a lot about a lot. Even about you, and people like you." Oh?" Yes, She told me everything you've told me about transvestites,and transsexuals, and the differences, and a lot more. And shetold me I was silly for not wanting to enjoy the many more thingswe share than ordinary men and women do. She got me thinking aboutsharing all of my feminine pleasures with you. I'm sorry, dear,for all the time I've spent resenting that you're the way you are,when we could have been enjoying. As dumbfounded as I was, this only added to my confusion. I was literally flabbergasted. Forgetting all about my toy, I went back outside as soon as my feet touched the solid floor. I closed the door a little too loudly, but at this point, I wasn’t thinking about being quiet. There was a fire I had to put out. You know exactly what I went out and did, but you don’t know how many times I did it. Honestly, I don’t either. I didn’t count; my mind was on other things.I replayed each and every event. I put my forehead on my arm, but pushed my butt towards him, an invitation that I did not even speak. My fingers continued to work through my folds, pinching my clit. I heard Peter’s zipper.I wanted to turn and look again but I instead kept my eyes closed and concentrated on the feeling of my fingers dancing through my own slickness. I felt a slight breeze crossing my back as he moved closer.I pushed harder at my clit and thrust my hips back onto his crotch.I wanted his cock, I wanted him to.