Suddenly theystopped, the probes and the finger. "Very good, Joanna. Now remove the speculums, slowly." Theprobes already lay back on the table. "Firs..., the anal speculum. See how heranus seems to cling to the metal as it is withdrawn? I'm sure that feels muchbetter now, Joanna. Next, the vaginal speculum," He slowly pulled it out; herpussy clung to the metal. She felt such relief, as if a watermelon had beenremoved from her stomach. But she also felt empty and still aroused. She waitedsilently. Mmm."As I went in and out, she was also moving herself around in a circle just making it all feel so much better. Oh, and this really had me getting close to cumming."Oh, Brian, oh, honey, oh, push hard, real hard, oooh, ooh…" and her hands gripped my hips and pulled me into her as she shook and trembled, "Oh, oh, yes, ooh, feels so good, yes, mmm."I was really making a girl cum, a woman, right under me, as I fucked her. Then, I pushed deep into her, my back arched and hips thrust forward, my. I then tried speaking, and the 'skin' bent in slightly exaggerated ways, that made it look like the skin on my face was stretching too much. After some adjustment, I had corrected that. I could now speak, without giving away my secret.I then went to work on my hands. My damaged left hand was a bit of a problem. It was nearly healed, now just slightly smaller than my right hand, still regenerating. I decided to leave it as is; if anyone mentioned it, I could say it had always been that way or. I fantasized about boys and men. I wanted to be around males as much as possible. I was a Boy Scout for several years and I loved to go on camping trips where I might see my fellow Scouts swimming naked. I wanted nothing more than to suck all their cocks, but I was too afraid to initiate anything.I have lived as a straight man all my life with many girlfriends, several wives and stepchildren, but if I had the nerve, I would have preferred to live the "queer life." I was sexual with all these.