New York." I rested my head against the padded headrest. I closed my eyes, and it was just as it was when I was on the plane to New York, weeks before... when I left Memphis. I opened my eyes and looked past the lady, who was also looking out the window, and through the window I saw the airplane wing that I'd looked at all the way from Memphis to New York. I realized that the lady sitting beside me was not the lady who sat beside me when I left Memphis for New York. I said to myself I thought I. He frowned. For some odd reason, he had thestrongest intuition that something significant was going to happen to him at midnight, but he had no idea what it might be or why.The transition period between the temporary, but complete, loss of hisold identity as Amanda and the adoption of the self (Adam) that he'dbeen at the time and date that Amanda had input into the Memory Masterhad just ended. The synchronicity mechanism in his Memory Master hadfailed for the very good reason (unknown to. As she did so I quietly spoke to her, almost in a kind of mantra telling her that later, when she "cums, don't do this (I show her my hand and clench it to a fist), rather, do this (& I snap my fist open hard and arch it fully open)". I chant this to her in the hope that at that moment she releases, not the briefest of sprays but rather a gout of nectar that leaves as much of me as possible dripping in her offering. I tell her that she is "sucking my cock beautifully", "you're beautiful, fuck. "Ohhhhh, I'm cummmming!"She slows her pace but not her pressure on my clit. Massive waves pulse through my body. I shake as my orgasm slowly recedes until I collapse, spent.She takes her hands off of me and lets me settle before saying, "That's one." She gets up and returns a few seconds later with a towel.Melissa kneels between my legs and puts her hands at the waistband of my panties. "Up," she commands, and my hips raise up. She slowly pulls off my panties, the wetness peeling off my soaked.