He was trying to make a real point.“I’m serious. Think about what it means to find a place where you are surrounded by the kind of physical and so...cial environment in which you are most comfortable. Doesn’t it make sense that other people who like that same kind of environment are going to be the kind of people that you’ll like?”“You have a point,” Dan said thoughtfully.Tom said, “I haven’t found the right environment yet. To tell the truth, I’ve been too busy to look for it.”The restaurant was. He was moving his hips now and trying to poke it into her mouth. "Get on the floor now girl. Get on your knees for me. Get down and suck that cock girl. Suck it good for Freddie. Ah shit, yeah. Suck it for me, honey." Faith did what he asked. She didn't know what she was doing but she knew it made him happy. Now he was forcing his cock into her mouth and her throat. She was gagging and her eyes were watering. It was so strange. She felt powerful now as he groaned. He was forcing her to suck all. Normal..."Come on baby, fuck me. Fuck me hard... I want to feel you right up to my stomach.." Blimey, she was keen! I started thrusting, and thrusting. She was writhing all over the place. I grabbed at the bra part of her basque and pulled it down to reveal her boobs, which were larger than I had imagined. Where her back was normally quite arched over, you got no impression of how large her boobs were - probably in reality about a 38D. She took my hands and slapped them firmly on her tits,. I now had the magicalpower I'd always craved at the cost of my body along with my sense ofself. I couldn't deny the truth that Morgana Livingstone's body wasextremely beautiful, very much female, and solidly heterosexual. Herhormones had waged an eight month campaign against my male ego and attimes like this I knew that the hormones were winning. I'd triedstaying away from Galohond but it didn't help. I found myself thinkingabout him, imagining his strong hands around my waist, his soft.