I knew he wasn't done for the night yet, but I figured he wouldneed a little time to recover.We snuggled a little more. Kissed a little more. He told... me how cute Iwas and what a world class cocksucker I was. A couple of weeks ago,that would have been an insult, but now, wearing a dress and lingerie,with a man's sperm irrevocably deposited inside me, it sounded like thehighest praise. We talked about all kinds of things, not just myadventures in crossdressing and wanton gay debauchery. After. ”“Does Miguel know?”Her eyes flashed anger.“He called you maricon.”I sobbed, and she hugged me. I felt the pressure of her breasts and her warm mons against my body and melded with her. Our lips locked, and we rocked in one another’s embrace for what seemed an eternity.“Did you feel it?”I nodded.“What happened?”“Spiritual Union. My soul entered yours, and yours, mine.”I resisted the impulse to critique the ‘rent a mantra’ guru whom she’d borrowed from.“Hope that you got only my feminine parts.. “Oh, baby, that was so good.” She pulled out and helped him straighten his legs. She moved away to sit on the edge of the bed. She grabbed a handful of tissues from the box on the bed stand and wiped the come from his body. She smiled. “We came together.” Seemed surprised. “Yeah,” he said, “we did, didn’t we?” “I don’t usually come, but I couldn’t hold back.” “You could try thinking about baseball,” he said, chuckling, but her blank expression told him she didn’t get it. She handed him more. I was moaning and writhing with ecstasy. If he hadn’t had such a small cock, I would have begged him to mount me and fuck me right then. We went back to cuddling and kissing, as I sucked on his tongue, which had just been buried deep in my ass. After a time of this, I had to briefly interrupt our play with a scheduled call home. As I lay on the bed during the call, he climbed between my legs and gently sucked and tongued my sensitive cockhead. It was difficult to concentrate on the phone call.