Soon enough, I was looking like a slutty crossdresser.I thought enough was enough and started making my way onto the street looking for - well I don't...know what really. but I just walked until I saw a dark looking guy having a piss in a courtyard not far from where I was. I mad my way over to him shyly and was trying too look over his shoulder while he was relieving himself. he turned and saw me and I think his words were 'what the fuck are you looking at'. all I could say was 'do you want a. They made a bundle. We lived in a large home on the hills outside Los Angeles. My father had moved out two years ago, just after I turned 16. He and my mother still collaborated, but now by phone, fax and e-mail. He was now living in New York and wintering in the south of France. I knew why he left but was puzzled by it. His life-style and perversions were certainly well accepted in LA, and certainly no worse than what was going on in this house and neighborhood. He had left my mother's bed. .." The words just wouldn't come.Eliana said after a while, "Do you think the creature eats blood?"A long pause. "The idea seems absurd at first, doesn't it? We're such different life-forms."Eliana sighed. "And yet, a fungus is a very different life-form than us, and we can eat mushrooms, and fungi can thrive on our decomposing bodies."Basel nodded and shuddered. "Somehow I got a vague impression of the puddle as a feeding pool. I don't know why." He frowned. Somehow a feeding puddle sounded. As he soaped up my breasts, I reached to gently glide my fingertips up and down the length of his cock, which was now standing at rapt attention like a little soldier."Hmmm... Looks like somebody's ready for a little more loving," I said, teasingly. "I have an idea. Soap up my boobs really good."I continued gently stroking his cock while he squirted another cold stream of soap across the tops of my nipples, then started massaging and kneading my soft mounds as if they were bread dough."You like.