’ I began, cautiously, ‘I overheard you and Catherine talking this morning.’ ‘I figured..’ was her reply. ‘If you ever want to talk – a...bout your husband, or.. anything – I’m here. And, hey, I might even have some insight into the male pysche.’ I laughed as I delivered the last part of this, trying to lighten it up a little. ‘Thanks.’ She smiled. ‘I’ll keep that in mind.’ With that she walked away, leaving my heart racing. I made my copies and returned to my desk, a little dejected. I wasn’t. I felt his big black cock growing upwards from my waist towards my tits, this made my legs go weak and my little pussy to start leaking fluid.After around a minute I felt another big cock press into my ass as another set of hands circled my body and started to grope my perky tits. I had no way of escaping these two young muscular black boys as they openly groped and fondled me in public. I tried to explain about my husband being close by and the need for them to be careful, they just laughed. Eventually, though, they start figuring it out. They have a need to dress as the opposite gender, privately or publicly... or they need to find ways to express themselves, one way or another, as the opposite gender. In more extreme cases, the person comes to the realization that, mirrors notwithstanding, they ARE of the opposite gender from the one their genetics and physical appearance dictate.Everyone has an ego, some more well-developed than others, but it's always there. And every last. Their car was parked a few blocks away from the elevator shaft, so Andy began walking, just as he walked closer and closer he began hearing slow panting noises. He sneaked over behind a few cars to see what it was, to his surprise, it was his mother and her boss. Andy’s jaw dropped, she had her back pinned against another SUV and her boss’ hand his arms all over her. They were kissing like a couple of horny teenagers. The man took short breaks from kissing her and began groping her, ‘When we.