She sits down on the couch next to himas she hugs him. He draws closer into the hug and starts to cry. "Sarah,I miss her, I miss my Mom..." he says to... her while sobbing. "I wish Icould become a little girl that I want to be and to have a new life withno pain. Not having to deal with the loss of my Mom and all thisemptiness." He tells her. She looks at him and wipes the tears out of hiseyes, "I know Tiffany, I know and I wish I could give you what you reallywant, to help you feel better..." Then. He gave me a quizzical look and let it go for half an hour or so before he sat me down and told me he suspected that it was something different that had made me bleed from there. I gave myself away by going deep crimson and he just came out and said he suspected it was a mans cock that had caused it, saying that it was another name for a penis and as I started to weep he softened and told me my secret was safe with him. He let me off the hook by not asking who it was and wondered why he had. ” “Unfortunately, even though I was horny the instant I got here, the blow job and then the hand job pretty much tapped the source, Maria. Coming twice in thirty minutes is the best I can do.” I have been fortunate when it comes to sexual relations with women. I seem to have just enough to charm and entice women to want to have sex with me. It wasn’t until I met Maria, a chemist, that I realized just how much some women are obsessed with a guy’s ejaculate. Maria had just sucked me off in. They are receiving loud applause and somecheers. They have done this entrance many times before but not in thesebodies. Barb surveys the adoring mob below but instead of feeling the feminineglow she is feeling power and prestige. She is not feeling beautifuland is not wasting any neural energy doing mental checks of her shape orher hair or her bust line. None of those are important tonight. She isnot having any recall of outfits worn by her competitor ladies ordistant thoughts of bitter put.