A couple of nights later and we were all stoned again. This time the guys were drinking also and their competitive nature got them into a drinking mat...h. Apparently they had been cross town basketball rivals when they were younger, so they always had to push each other to see who was better. The combination of d**gs and alcohol had them both staggering and slurring as I sat laughing at their c***dish behavior. I was once again high as a kite after smoking a pipe full of brown, crystal like. I'll have to have the breasts lopped off, of course, but I'm thinking I'll keep my vagina intact. I'm not real happy with it, as it reminds me of everything I hate about my current body, but I'm not sure I like the options available. I'm hoping maybe they'll eventually figure out how to fashion a functioning penis. Either way, my lovers are going to know what my story is." Yeah, I figure a lesbian might be a little more understanding about that than a straight guy would," Chalise said, speaking. With her hand free she leans back onto the bar as I flick my tongue between her lips, trying not to be too obvious in searching out her clit. It isn’t long before she gasps, holding the back of my head, and pushing me in as far as I can go. Opening her up, I run my teeth over the exposed clit. I pass my tongue up and down her, teasing as much as I dare, and tasting the flow of her arousal. At first I didn’t notice she was pulling my trousers down to my thighs with her feet, but as I slipped a. Perhaps, somehow, Dad had become aware of this propensity. One evening while Mom was gone, Dad fixed a particularly nice dinner and presented it more elegantly than usual. It was ordinary for me to have a bit of wine with dinner, usually cut with an equal part of water. On this evening, Dad omitted the water and refilled my glass when it was emptied. I had a sense of being particularly special, and of this being a particularly special occasion, although the only thing out of the ordinary was.