We weresitting across from each other at the kitchen table, and she took both myhands in hers. "And the view of Earth--seeing it just hanging there in... theblackness--is amazing. I realized I needed to stop feeling sorry formyself. I had to have time away from home to think, to understand who Ihad become. I kept telling myself I wasn't a boy trapped in a girl'sbody, I was a girl now. But some part deep inside of me kept rebelling."Yes, my world was destroyed when I was an infant, and yes, I was. It hit her tongue and some splashed on her face. She closed her mouth, threw back her head and gulped the lot. She got to her feet, took off her knickers, and wiped her cunt clean with them. “These are for you,” she said, putting them in my hand. Without another word, she left the room and went upstairs. I lay on the sofa, amazed at what had just happened. I pulled the duvet over me and held her knickers close to my nose, smelling her sweet scent. I stuffed them in the pocket of my jeans. Your movements betrays a lot of your personality to the sculpture, helps me to understand you better.” “Interesting, I thought I would have to sit so still that I would get sore.” “Some sculptors are that way but I guess I'm kind of like Rodin in that aspect.” I notice after awhile her exposed skin is glistening. It's pretty warm in here and she must be burning up under that blanket. I think about asking her if she would like me to crack a window but the thought of her sweating under that. So you’re not to bad yourself.”Keisha flashed me a smile that sent shivers down my spine. For the firsttime in a long time, I wanted to fuck someone other than my wife.I started to take more pics of Keisha in all kind of sexy poses and Ifinally ran out room on my memory card.“That’s it Keisha. I have taken about 120 pictures.”“When can we look at them? How about tomorrow, Linda has to go out. Wecan download them into my computer and see how they turned out.”“Great. I will see you tomorrow.”I.