" A handjob?" she queried suspiciously, "I kind of always thought those were pointless. I mean you could do a much better job yourself than I could."...she responded.I had heard this theory advanced by gals in both high school and college, but I always respectfully disagreed. Personally, I always loved getting a handjob and rarely did I find that I did a better job of it than a female."No way. I guarantee you'd do a much better job of it than if I just jerked off." I don't know," she went on. .” Well I might not have put it quite like that, but I’ll admit that we had both worked up a fair amount of passion before it was all deflated. It never ceases to amaze me how quickly an erection can collapse and vanish if the circumstances go pear-shaped. “So what now?” I asked, rather stupidly in retrospect. I mean, I had 120 lbs of very nubile young woman sitting on my lap, I was also becoming very aware of several quite important things. Judging by the slightly squidgy right breast that. As my cock relaxed, she took the condom off and started massaging my balls. Her hands were really good as her fingers played with my balls. She alternated between my balls and my thighs. I found this extremely seductive and teasing. Within minutes I could feel my cock filling up and rising again. It throbs every time it gets a hard on, which I saw amuse and pleased her. She used both hands to milk my cock. Concentrating on her upward and downward motion to be as slow and sensual as I’d anyone. And sometimes lesbians too.Slowly I started listening to satish and got interest in his story. He said that he gets attracted towards ladies stuff and feels like wearing them and he always wanted to be a women and serve his guy. He said about the feeling which he gets when he is dressed mean wile I heard the door sound and some one came in my room and sat beside me but I didnt care much as I was deeply into satish story.While satish narrating his story I was assuming myself in place of satish.