As close as we need to be. Your girl's a real looker, though,Ben."Even at that early moment, my male name had an unnatural and clunky ringin my soft, ...eminine ears. It seemed a relic from another time to which Ihad no desire to return to. Alas, I also had no choice but to return. Notyet, though. And once I was back to being dull, un-optimized Benjamin, Icould immediately embark on a quest to return to the newly discovered landof femininity. I'd caught the bug. It was morphological freedom or. "You gonna miss me?" You bet!" she replied, smiling, kissing the end of his nose. "But you're going to be fucking those cute Princeton girls next year, you won't have time to think about old me." And who are you gonna be fucking next year?" My husband," she replied, a little puzzled."No one else?" Tom said with a grin. "Not, say, Arturo Sanders? I know you'll be working with him—he's the total genius of the junior class, taking like four AP courses next year. And he's a hunk. Even Diane thinks. By the time I got home I was drained. I almost felt as if I had run the marathon myself. I took a shower, popped open a Sam Adams and sat down for some hopefully mindless television. That turned out to be a forlorn hope as the talking heads were endlessly analyzing what was soon determined to be a terrorist attack. It soon became repetitive, and my mind drifted back to runner 13750; I never even got her name and why it was so important for her to get to the finish line “for her husband,” or why. I rubbed the head along the length of her pussy, scooping up some of her pussy juices to mix with her spit already on my cock. As I bumped her sensitive clit she jumped, then giggled a little. I continued a few more passes up and down. Finally, on a down slide, I stopped at her hole. I looked my little sister in the eyes and she just nodded, biting her lower lips slightly. With little effort I slipped my head into her. I had done this once before and the feeling was just as amazing. Without.