” As we checked out, the young lady at the register gave me a smile and said, “I think you look nice.” Then she added, “Things could be worse....�� I wasn’t too sure about that. As I stepped outside on my wobbly feet I couldn’t help thinking, “It’s just like the story, now I really am a pretty boy.” I wished that she would buy me dresses and get it over with. In dresses I would look like a girl and there would be no embarrassment. I still wanted to be a boy in my heart but with only two apparent. Many ladies who befriended me and took me private. Giving me their direct contacts and I went to their homes and did them when they left the parlors and worked it on their own. I just always felt that these sessions were an extension of my regular lovemaking. I wanted her to have as much fun as she was giving me. One session stands out, and I didn't ever see her again or even get her name that night. I've noticed over the years There are transcendent times in a massage parlor. Moments that get. I looked around the room and saw a figure sitting in a chair next to the door. I linked with the person, ready to do terrible things if I didn't like what I found.The annoying little machine started making more urgent and demanding noises.The figure in the chair sat up straight and got to its feet. I felt the heartbeat increase and a sensation of relief spread thru them."You're awake." the man's voice said softly."I'm awake." I admitted. "Who are you?" I'm going to turn on the overhead light.". Mark could see that he was not the only horny one in the room. Her pussy lips were puffy and glistening with wetness. He desperately wanted to lick the wetness and taste her juices. “Enjoying the view of my pussy,” teased Chrissie. “Most definitely.” “Miss Kiersten said you went crazy licking my juices off her fingers on Friday. Mmmm. I thought about that all weekend Mark. My pussy gets so wet when I think of how excited you are just to lick it. I love that my pussy gets you so aroused. .