...the sweet pungent odor filling my nostrils making my cock throb to bursting point. "Your cock.....your cock... is purple!?" Kelly said. I looked d...own and saw what I thought was my cock, but it was his huge purple rocket! It was so swollen that I couldn't fit my fingers around it! And it had to be at least two inches longer then usual! I laid back and hunched up onto my elbows...staring at this thing bouncing in the air, throbbing and pulsating. Kelly was staring at me too....My cock,. ’ I placed my hand on your waist – your hand came with me. I held your other hand out and slowly I began to move you. You caught right on. And soon we were waltzing and spinning through the room. Song after song, then the other side of the record too. Then another record. We had to cooperate to change the record and the effort made us laugh and you carried on. Making me hit myself in the face and causing me to drop the record (which I explained were delicate – not like CDs). You dragged me all. And each time her mind wandered, she became more focused on perfecting her design. Later that week, Lizzie was still hard at work refining her designs, and was finally starting to get a few ideas flowing by mid-morning when her lab mate Benny strolled into the office. It was past 10. How on earth did he still have a job if he came into the office practically halfway through the work day? Lizzie watched him with mild annoyance as he shuffled by her desk.As he walked by, Benny glanced over at. AndI.. well it's simply about being me. Not sex or clothes or any of theother so called feminine accoutrements. Yes I wear a skirt and I do havesome makeup on and part of me enjoys and feels right doing it. But it'snot that..." "So you wear skirts and makeup and yet that is not part of it? So if Iwere to say, fine we will cater to your whim if you never wear a skirtor a dress or makeup or anything considered feminine again. You can befemale as far as your documentation and to the degree.