My heart started raising again. I was short of breath but she kept kissing me with her soft succulent lips.Finally my heat slowed down. And I started ...enjoying it. She pulled away and said, “Do you feel better now?”I sat there staring at her and shook my head. And unconsciously I spoke “Can we do it again?”“No. I’m married. Remember?”“But, did you forget that when you kissed me?”“I was making things easier for you”.“But…I liked it. No one else has to know about it.”“Ummm…Okay. Let me think. Can. In some cultures, the men have longhair. In some cultures, men wear make-up just like you do. You likemen? So what? Gay men like men. How are you any different fromthem?" I asked her."I want to be a woman," she said with a determined expression."How can you want what you've never been?" I asked rhetorically."I want to be treated as a woman by others," she clarified."That's the magic word isn't it? You want to be "treated" like a girljust as I have "treated" you like a girl since the. Lucinda gasped and with her other hand, caught the dribble of precum as it began its leisurely journey to the floor, Lucinda smiled at the globs of precum which coated her fingers as she slowly continued wanking me off. She opened her mouth and her beautifully long tongue slid out and she began to slowly lick the sticky goo from her fingers! "Mmm...delicious...mmm..." she said to no one in particular as she sucked her fingers clean and with her hand, she lifted my weighty shaft and pressed my. Me: Haha, yes. Now hands on your hips, like you were scolding someone.She tried, but a serious face doesn’t suit her.Me: Okay, now blow me a kiss!We did many other different poses.Me: Let’s take a few while sitting on a stool.She posed while sitting on a long tool that is found in bars. With one leg up, she was looking very classy.Me: You’re looking like a very classy lady!Amy: I AM a classy lady!Me: Hahaha, sure you are! Now let’s try something more playful. Spread your arms, like you were.