Every time I saw her do it, I averted my gaze from her. I didn't know what to think yet. I thought I would let them explain and work from there. Some ...f my thoughts confused me. Did Tom know? Did they do it together? Most importantly, what was that sudden itch in my womanly parts that didn't leave me alone, since I saw them in the changing room? As we arrived at Joanna's apartment building, I saw them together. Joanna reached for Yuuko's hand as if she sought support. Yuuko checked her phone,. The table was cleared and the dishes were set upon it. I wasmost anxious to sample the local cuisine and hastened to the table butwas redirected to a wash basin. There, a servant assisted me in the handwashing ritual that precedes all Moroccan meals. It made sense, asMoroccan cuisine is eaten using ones hand. Finishing the ritual, Ireturned to the table and sat down on one of the cushions.As each dish was uncovered, I took in its appearance and then its aroma,savoring each, without even. My body was starting to release. I was moaning and begging for them to shoot their load inside of me. I was begging for them to make me cum. God, how I wished I was a real female and they were going to shoot their loads into my womb. I really wanted to have that experience, and get impregnated by them. I was totally beside myself for thinking this way, but my mind was set. Jessie was here to stay. No more male self. No more macho crap that I hated so much. Tracy and I would act like we were. We popped open some beers while. She was in jean shorts the whole time. And there were a lot of sofas all around.I commented on how smooth her hands and legs were. Started kissing her hands. And she was caught little off guard when I swooped down to plant a kiss on her lips. She was next to me and slipping lower on the sofa.We spoke some more and started holding hands. I was done with my whiskey. She came to my kitchen and said she would wash the glasses. To be honest – while I’ve been a long.