" Lucie said as she started to point straight ahead. "We still seem so far away, we need to go farther."Sherry nodded still unsure as she'd not been m...uch further out than this. Moving forward Lucie was still shaking her head. Sherry opened a portal then they were even further out."I am advising all that I can where we are prime." Sherry told Lucie as she started to transmit. Suddenly Sherry's face took on a look of concern. She'd been talking to Zan when suddenly everything was quiet. Something. John and I go back years, seven long years. We met when he was serving in the Navy. My dad worked on the same ship, and took John under his wing to show him life. At the time, John was eighteen, had a car, and was in school. He would one day work in his dad's law firm, back in New York. I was sixteen, blonde hair, blue eyes, and was a little sassy.Back in those days, I knew I had John's heart, but I saw him as a friend. He hoped when I was eighteen, I'd date him, but I was already taken. I had. So after moving his hand down from my lower tummy to perhapssee if I was actually born of the male gender, Ryan foundmy already half stiffened taped down cock while ratherloudly proclaiming that SHE WAS INDEED A HE/SHE.. It wasmy step dad then that suggested that I get down on my kneeswhere I truly belonged and to get myself involved in somegay fondling cock play. Yes it took perhaps three minutesat most of exploring queer handplay on my part, before bothChad and Ryan joined Mike in becoming. I am not cute. But then why do I keepcatching myself in the mirror and thinking, hey, not bad. 5?4? pretty rosebudmouth, sweet little nose, heart shaped face and auburn waves to frame it. Ilittle bit too curvy, 10 stone is too much for a 17 year old girl. I like mybreasts though, secretly. 34 C and light pink nipples. But still, I don?t thinkhe could think I was cute based on those. I don?t exactly flash them. In factthe word most people would use to describe me is frigid. I?m not frigid. .