My arms and legs were wrapped around him as his cock was now moving hard and deep inside. His mouth was on my neck, kissing and biting me. “Fuck, yo...u feel so tight.”I could feel the throbbing starting deep inside me, and I wanted him to touch it, to pull it from me. “Harder, Mark. It’s there. Make me cum again.”That was the encouragement he needed because he was kissing me again as his cock pushed harder and faster.“Right there… Oh God, yes right there…”“Fuck, Rachel. That’s it cum for me.”I. "I left it alone with its thoughts.Eventually, when my mind began to get used to the idea that I now owned a thingy, I reconciled myself to the fact that I was going to have to deal with it. I went into the spare room, retrieved the bag, and put the thingy on the dining room table.It was in that awful plastic that you can't get into. The thingy smirked at me.I found that, like anything that has been plastic-welded into casing, it was going to take brute force and a chisel to get it to open. Maybe 5 minutes later he did come over, squeezed in next to me at the bar, and ordered a drink. And while he was waiting for his drink, he said, 'Hello,' and introduced himself as Bob. We chatted for a while, and then he asked me if I wanted to dance. I'm not much of a dancer and told him so, but he said, 'We'll wait for a slow song, anyone can dance to that,' and I agreed. As we waited, I asked him the usual questions, what his interest and experience with transgender were, etc., and he told. Suddenly, one of my girl friends said, "I want to go swimming." She pulled off her tank top, shorts, and panties threw them down on the sand, and ran naked into the gentle surf. She turned around and laughed, "Come on in, you chickens."The rest of us followed her lead. It was a dark night, but I saw flopping penises and bouncing boobs as we ran into the ocean. We laughed and splashed together in the water. I don't know who initiated contact but Steve and I flowed into each other's arms and he.