As sensual as her touch was, I just was not getting aroused. My mind started to wander from the woman I loved so much. I started to think about my sec...retary Barbara. As I removed Sandra's blouse and bra, I imagined it was Barbara. I imagined those fifty-year-old sagging breasts were the perky breasts of my 25-year-old secretary. My God, what am I doing? As I removed Sandra's sweat pants I imagined those flabby thighs were the perfect tight thighs of my secretary. God, please forgive me. I. Maybe that's because Victor is not really a boy ... but a girl trapped inside a boy's body." I see what you're saying, Krissy." Katie said finally catching on and seeing great potential for fun with this line of thinking. " Hmmm, but isn't that just queer-in-the-head gay?" Not at all," replied Krissy. " It's trans-spiritual gender realization ( I read about it on line ) and it means it's only natural for Vicky here to not like sex with girls but crave sex with boys ... and it's unnatural for. ” “Then you are a fool, you can’t be sure of one woman’s cunt if you are not with her always, but two together are sure to make a couple of whores,—no wonder your tin goes so fast.”Meanwhile I went out with him of a night, and we had different women. One night three of us went to a cigar-shop kept by two women just by ****, it was not an unusual thing then for two to have a cigar-shop, with a big sofa in a back parlour, one keeping shop whilst the other fucked. From talking we got to business. My body responded to his rough handling as he released me with gentle touches.We made out like this dozens of times most of the time he got some kind of release before he went home and each time a little rougher but we never went all the way. I loved the way he took control and expected me to follow orders which I did very happily because it pleased him. We talked and found out what more we could do for each other to make our sexual encounters better. He took me out to dinner a few times.