Straddle Ian’s face and he can lick you out.” I needed no more encouragement, immediately doing as she’d suggested, straddling his head, lowerin...g my dripping pussy onto his mouth as I faced her. Vicky leant forward and kissed me, our tongues swirling together as we began to fuck him. Vicky was riding his cock and me, Ian’s tongue. It didn’t take long before we pulled away from our kiss and concentrated fully on ourselves. I found out very quickly that, for a man, Ian’s oral skills were very. ”“Sounds almost violent,” said Rhonda.“That’s part of it. The trauma to the body. She told me she’s always thought she should have had a pussy. But she thinks getting it wouldn’t be real. Manufactured gender. It would be a lie, like the falsies she wore. Pretend. Not fooling anyone, least of all herself.“She’s beautiful. Looks sort of like Marilyn Monroe. Plays her on stage in transvestite shows. The soft voice. The singing. It’s really brilliant and sad. Like Marilyn. And she is incredibly. The winter was mild. There was no snow throughout the season, just occasional frost on the morning meadows. The rains though were frequent and soaking, and Cindy found herself wishing along with the rest of the pack for the dry coldness of the snow. Cindy also began to see a lot of Earth technology appearing around the village. She saw large precision telescopes, electric lights in a new building complex being constructed, even people carrying laptop computers. She also watched the construction. He was having trouble with the Danubian language, was not getting along with his host family, and to top off everything else, he had taken three strokes that afternoon from his physical fitness instructor. The program director was used to dealing with crises stemming from Americans struggling to adapt to Danubian culture. Normally she was able to convince the students to stay by reasoning with them. They already had paid their money and could not get a refund, if they left Danubia they would.