"Show me how you control those probes" he said gently trying to calm Gemma down.Gemma tentatively increased the oscillations of the front probe, the g...uard dropping to his knees to lick her exposed clit. He roughly pulled the rear probe out of her arse and pushed two fingers in, catching Gemma off balance and making her climax."We cannot possibly let you on a plane wearing that" he said undoing his fly and pushing his prick into Gemma's mouth.Gemma reluctantly undid the straps and let the mk3. ' I don't even know what dysphoria means. Is that the opposite of euphoria?"And Samantha," I continued, "aren't you just a little concerned about penis envy? And don't you watch Oprah? According to the he/shes on Oprah recently, or trannys as the twit Brits call them, right before the 'operation' they all went into a state of denial, which included hallucinations. They all experienced nightmares and woke up screaming, 'Where's my dick?' Fortunately the drug Tehrahydrocannabinal. Behind her, I watched Lisa open her mouth-I could see the mess of my frothy semen-and she dabbed her tongue with her cum-wet hands, dangling sperm strings from her mouth, which she held up, and ensnared with her tongue. She coiled the sperm messily back into her mouth. After Loretta finished cleaning my balls and the rest of my shaft, she sat up. Good girls, I said. My little cum sisters. They just smiled (the sperm in their mouths made it difficult to speak). Loretta, spit my cum on your. Sally opted todrop out of school in favor of taking a sales job at the cosmeticcounter in the most exclusive department store in the city where my newjob landed us. All in support of my career and to help make ends meet.My shift supervisor at work, Randy Collins, was a nice enough guy. Heand his wife, Theresa, lived about a half mile away. Since we workedthe same shift Randy and I drove in together. We quickly became goodfriends. It was only natural Theresa and Sally would become.