" Yes, but we won't be exclusive. I like men and I'm going to have sex with some nice ones whenever I meet them."The roller-coaster went down again. G...na didn't consider me a man.She saw my soul and said, "You're one of us. Not a man or really a woman. Something better. But I need men. And I think you do too."I was horrified. "Gina, I could never have sex with a man. Even kissing one?.."Gina smirked, "OK, Sweetie. If you say so. Do you have a girl's name you would want to use when you're. She looked into the glass and saw something in the ice. She asked Dave to look at it.He smiled and said, "I think you need to look at it." Puzzled, she picked a piece of ice out of the glass, and stared. Her eyes widened. She started blinking back tears, she turned to Dave, and he was beaming at her. As he took the piece of ice from her he asked the most important question of her life, "Nancy Marie Allen my love, my own, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" She looked at him tears. ”“That’s lust.” I glared at her. “Love is something that transcends the flesh. My husband could have made me his slave. He could have made me his puppet, but instead, he gave me more freedom than I deserved, and you want me to repay him by making him my toy?”Anger surged through me. I was done. I moved up to the COMPILE button at the top of the screen. I hit it andYESorNOappeared. I didn’t hesitate to hit yes. The changes rippled out of my phone. A warmth spread through the plastic as Lilith. “I’m not wearing panties.”My glibness astounded even me.“God,” he replied, or breathed, or something, his eyes lighting up like he’d just won the lottery as he cupped my pussy with his right hand, apparently needing confirmation. In response I simply moaned, unable to stop my hips from rolling against his palm, grinding my already soaked cunt against his fingers, whimpering as I felt one, no two, slide between my folds and violate me in the most delicious manner. Maybe it should have bothered.