I had energy and hope filled my body. I left earlier so that I couldlook deep into the pool and see the woman for the last time. I dreadedleaving for ...ot seeing her again. But I had a clear vision of her thathad not left me since I first saw her.As the moon rose night that night I once again, I again filled my bucketwith the wells wondrous water. I filled my chalice and upon the moonsfull height I drake the water savoring each gulp. When I finished mylast gulp my head started to spin. It spun. It curved gently up from his balls, which were nice and tight, to his belly. Just like a scimitar.“You like?” “Oh yes,” I said “I like very much.” “Gut, you English are usually uptight about sex.”I said that I was Scottish not English and he said “Ah, zat must explain it”.I reached out and took hold of his cock, pulling him towards me and I swung my feet to the floor said “why don’t you come and sit next to me?” He did and as I started stroking his magnificent erect penis he took mine in his. The waitress was keen to make sure that both of us 'girls' were looked after and a couple of times I saw my parents smiling at her ministrations. Needless to say I was not discovered and only suffered embarrassment.As we were in public my family referred to me in my female persona exclusively. As we were eating our dessert dad threw me another curve ball."We've decided that for New Year we are going to have fancy dress, your mum and you Gaby already have costumes, I can wear my Trekkie stuff. It was only natural because she had just come out of a shower and had her French bath soap on her soft delicate skin from her toes to her scalp.The thing was like a coiled snake only inches from her bare leg and her pussy was suddenly tingling with that old familiar urge to irrigate her snatch. It was a thought that she was fearful of because it would not be wise to get into a relationship with a seventeen year old Boy Scout no matter how handsome he looked or how tasty his cock looked just.