THE MEETING That trip to the transformation salon had given me that last bit ofinspiration I needed to finish the article. It was finally ready to bep...roofed, but something still seemed to be missing. I looked at the pictureof Michelle that had inspired me to start on this journey just a few weeksago. It was at that moment that I realized I still had some unfinishedbusiness left to attend to. There was someone I still needed to talk toeven though I wasn't sure she could even hear what I was. He hits my throat and I swallow around him, the first hint of his cum finding my tastes buds as he draws leisurely back. He stops before he pops from my mouth, the head prone at my lips, waiting for its rewards. I close them around him and suck eagerly, lathing the smooth flesh against my own, loving the deep grumble I feel rise from his throat and travel down through his body. That moan is for me; because of me, and I press my thighs together at the gush of fluid it invokes. I suckle him,. ”“Fiancee,” Jason interjected. “We’ve set a date.”“Congratulations,” Naomi replied. “What date?”“October twenty-one,” Aja said, “next year.”“Gives you time to plan.” Naomi embraced Aja. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you. I wish it had been under better circumstances. Did Mom know?”“It’s pretty fresh news,” Jason said, “we only set the date on Friday. We were going to tell her when she visited. I guess that’s all changed, now. May I see her?”Naomi swallowed hard. “I think we should wait. How as I to comprehend women were Darwinian beasts just like men? How was I to realize that women liked to piss and mark their territory? How was I to suspect Eva-Jane had a brain full of drawers cluttered with knives ready to backstab even her best friend? Fuck I was sixteen. I didn’t have a clue about women. It was only much later that I would learn that the most attractive thing to women about a man was that other women desired him. In 1984 I had no idea. Kristy loved to sing. She had a.