I moaned into his ear, letting him know how much I loved what he was doing to me.I told him to try to thrust his fingers in and out, which he did. He ...ixed the speeds up, finding his own groove, and what would give him the best reaction from me. It wasn't too much longer before I was in a full blown orgasm."Ahh. Fuck me. Oh! Yeah! Oh!" I gasped.John pulled his fingers out. He kissed my lips, and I kissed him back. The kiss was long, deep, and passionate. On occasion he'd stop randomly, resting. "Misty- "yes master, but Tom you know that I am not a girl right."Tom- " I'm not so sure anymore, maybe you're like one of those morphs orsomething, you gotta vagina or a cock?"Misty- "Master , I have a cock,"Tom- "Let me see,"Oh man do I have to do this? I better not object.Misty- "Yes master."Reaching down I lift the hem of my skirt and pull my pantyhose downrevealing my organ,Tom ? "Ha, ha, ha, that's not much bigger than a clit, and those ballsare tiny and tight against your body. I think. I knew what I would want from that girl. I knew about some of my fantasies. But the one thing I didn't know, the thing I tried to figure out and should have had figured out way before I picked her up, was: What role would I want to play with her? Who would I want to be in that relationship? We came to a halt at a stop light when a sudden calm came over me, and I began to speak not knowing where my words came from. "We're women," I said. "We're women and we live our whole lives as women, but we. " He's not married," I said. "Then why not?" He's like, older." Like forty?" Ack! No, not like forty." Thirty?" No!" So, what? Eighteen and a half?"Wise-acre. Jeez. I didn't even know how old he was. Twenty-six?"So how old is he?" Bevvie asked."Twenty-five," I said."Big deal," Bevvie said. "My father is ten years older than my mother."Hhm."And your dad is what, eight years older than your mother?" That's different," I said. "It's different when they're like forty or fifty, like our parents.".