”“I also noticed that fame hasn’t gone to your head,” Phil pointed out. “That’s what I like about hanging out with you guys. You don’t t...ink you’re anything great and wonderful just because you are on TV or in movies. That’s where Courtney and I fell out. She thought she was all that – and then she found out she isn’t.”“There were problems on the set?” Jenvieve asked. No rumors had circulated about it and she was certain that she would have heard. “Kismet” was a constant topic of conversation. I want them to see. His other hand slides to the back of my head as his breathing picks up. He’s getting close, and it makes me want it all the more. I take him fast and deep – the head sliding against the back of my tongue and pushing into the entrance of my throat. His fingers tighten in my hair, and I moan around him when I hear his grunt of surprised delight. He’s almost there. My stroking hand squeezes tight, sliding the skin over the hard core. I pull back to the swollen head and suck it. I can onlysay that the near-entirety of this woman's life fell into my brain, givingme a second lifetime's worth of knowledge in a span quicker than man canmeasure. Within moments, I knew this new woman's name. That she was who Iwould have been had I been born a woman; that my mother was still mymother, my father my father, my job my job. That this was a transformationto my own identity, not an inversion with someone else's. I knew that I would find a purse near my desk. That I would still be. To me it was like a erotic sexual altar, offering up my randy white wife to be sacrificed to large black primitive cock. The stage was set, the mood was set. Let the debauchery begin.The drums thundered behind me. The Swazis were on the lawn.Lisa grabbed the bottle of wine and lifting it to her lips finished the contents. Wiping her lips with her arm she said” Now let’s make a grand entrance.” We walked out the front door of the cabin, me naked, albeit for the red ribbon bowtie around my neck.