A fewtimes I tried to say something, but I didn't know where to start. Iwanted to tell her everything, but especially that I was in love withher, but ...he words wouldn't come. I was so confused!Jenny, in between passing me tissues, (mine had run out long ago),started talking. "Sandi, there's no rush. We're the best of friends. Ilove you dearly and you love me. I'm here to listen. You tell me whateveryou want to, whatever you need to. I'll always love you, I hope you knowthat." I nodded.She. He greedily gulped the sperm down, licking his lipsand giving them a healthy shine."I'll give this to you, bitch. You're one mean cocksucking slut!" theman said with admiration in his eyes.They drove back and parked in the mall parking, the man leaving withoutanother word. Tom was unsure of his feelings as he burped a sperm burpdeep from his full stomach. He rubbed the wet spot over his still limpcock as he teetered out of the car to shop for bras.---Jean had the headphones on her ears and her. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell the butch dyke next to you how.Keep your psych's referral letters. Throw away your endocrinologist's bills.Do yoga.Don't feel guilty if you don't know what to do with your life. The most interesting people I know learned what to do with their life at 22 from a good dominatrix. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know are good dominatrixes.Get plenty of estrogen. Be kind to your boobs. You'll miss them when they're not as perky.Maybe. He bent his head down and started sucking on mynipple, and kneading and rubbing my breasts, hisfinger moving around and around my clit, sometimesfast, sometimes slow, up and down, around, sometimesjust with the tip of his fingernail, he played m clitlike an instrument, increasing the tempo into time tomy gyrations the bed, then with an explosive rush Icame and lay panting on the bed, hands still movingover my body, gently caressing me and bringing me downslowly.Then he leaned over and we kissed.