She cleaned me with her tongue and continued to bounce on my finger. I got my senses back in time to help her over the peak, crooking my finger toward... the front of her vagina to get that extra bit of stimulation she seemed to like so much. My own erection had flagged somewhat and Em fully engulfed my cock in her mouth as she came, muffling her moans. She popped off of it and turned around again so she could cuddle me. I couldn’t get enough of stroking her breasts. The moaning around my cock had. " Which option would you like me to take?" I am not going to say. It must be your choice. I can live and be happywith any choice you make."I had never at any stage considered a complete transition. Sam was rightI needed to think, I needed advice and I needed hard facts about where Iwas. Until I decided what to do, I would stay as Jen.Chapter Forty ThreeIt was week one of the rest of our lives. I arranged to meet with theCambridge research team, my psychologist, Rose, Mike, my parents,. “I feel you are tearing me in half, violating me, prostituting me, destroying me,” she complained.“Impregnating you perhaps?” I queried, “But this is a moment you will remember for ever.”“My teats,” she complained, “They are agony, so constricted.”I helped her push them out of their constriction and out into the day light and fresh air, and then I kissed her mouth and squeezed her teats as she held me firmly around the waist as I ploughed her.“Dear god,” she moaned, “Oh it is too much, I fear . Turns out that he had heard that I was easy now that I was in college and wasn't about to waste a moment getting into my panties. All of a sudden all thoughts of Jim were gone as the slut took over. What the hell I rationalized, it's not like we are married. So before I knew it, I was blushing and walking out of the concert with him, his hand cupping my ass as everyone watched and knew I was going to get laid. I'm glad that Jim wasn't watching since I didn't want to hurt him, I just couldn't.