When I regained myself, he was still on top of me, breath gasping, sweat pouring off him. We looked at each other in amazement. That had been some spe...tacular sex. He left me slowly, sliding beside me as I lay almost comatose. We put our hands on each other’s cocks. His was still large, although now mostly soft. After a minute I took my hand back and brought it to my face. I rubbed the fluids of our sex on my face, inhaled the rich scents.After a pleasant rest, we arose together in search of a. We both watch it ooze across her chin and drip onto her tits. Outside her mistress laughs loudly; inside obsidian eyes are pleading quietly.Positioning the tip of the doe against her opening, I wrap my fingers in her dark tresses. Outside her mistress says, “Yeah, I’ll have a second cigarette.”Inside, her fingers reverently trace the bite on her neck. My eyes bore into hers. “We have seven minutes then.”She nods and expectantly grips the basin with both hands. Tugging her hair, I snap her head. And I've never been out of the house dressed this way. I'vebeen satisfied to pretend in private. I've been afraid to riskgoing further. No one knows about this but you. No one has everseen me like this but me, and now you."My vehemence softened her voice. "I appreciate that, Jerry. Andeverything you've just said. But what you've also told me is thatyou really don't know yet how far this goes, this compulsion ofyours to be a woman." I began to protest, so she correctedherself quickly.. ..I'm clean.Wow! Do I ever look fabulous. Barring the fact that I now have all the right equipment, I don't think that I've ever looked this good as a woman. It's funny though, I can definitely see the resemblance between this face in the mirror and the way I used to look. Like I'm now my own twin sister or something. Hair colour is the same...eyes same... I'm definitely shorter by about half a foot, and a lot less hairy. Am I the same person though? I don't know...I just fucked a.