I was surprised that I was already used to Dan being Danielle. It was easy really, from the union to my car I got a good look at her feminine body: t...he thin waist line, the hour glass hips. Smaller boobs but oh the shirt fit her so well. Not to mention there was no hint of Dano when she spoke. It wasn’t a falsetto, but definitely soft and feminine. A lot of things about Dano made sense now, the hoodie in the middle of summer, the loose jeans, the beard. They were all disguises to hide his. ” “You can be a real bastard!” “I’m not trying to be – honest!” “Fresh start – I’ll give you a bloody fresh start!” I half-expected her to try and hit me. She was capable of it when really furious. Sometimes it was only by physically hurting me that she could calm down again. She sat up, keeping herself covered with the sheet. “So you can’t be loving towards me?” “I don’t think so.”. When he reached my inner thighs I was all wet and dripping. My eyes were closed and I was moaning loudly. He started massaging my labia and slowly reached my clitoris. He was very gentle with his rubbing. This sent shudders in my body. He then asked me if I was ready for the lotus massage. Not knowing what he meant. I just nodded. I was in another world by now. I had no sense of what was happening to me. And then I felt his tongue on my clit. I thrust my pelvis so that I think I would have hurt. Few people knew anything about Gerald's preferences in women. He was a gentleman, somewhat courtly and occasionally chivalrous. Around town, at church or in a community gathering -- beyond the dutiful greetings and dances with the grandmothers, mothers, and unattached women -- he was usually in the company of other men. Gerald, like the other men with whom he conversed, spoke about crops, about animals and the weather. However, the few women who knew him beyond a polite nod thought of him as.