Kean worked his way down her body; he stopped and found that Donita liked a tongue in her belly button. After spending a few moments there he pushed h...is way down and plunged his tongue into her vagina. He nibbled and licked her clit and Donita wrapped her legs around his head as she felt herself explode. She came three, four, five times. She lost count. Finally she relaxed her spent body. Kean wasn’t done and he again tongued her clit. When Donita started moving her pelvis in response to his. I fear what temptations I would have, I could undo the separation. I could heal myself. Become whole. Yet, within my soul, I know that that option is not. The flow of self-depreciating sadness moving across each numb nerve with the quiet coldness of ice, numbing my heart to what I have been part of, have seen. As tempting, in its own way, as the power I could open myself to. I choose. There really was not much of a choice, the decision made in an instant. I rein in my mind and flow, not. Working my hips in rhythm with my hand. I was getting close to my orgasm, when I noticed his hand moved and grabbed his cock.I looked at him, he was smiling at me as he fondled his hardening dick. “Don’t stop on my account, baby!” he said. I had no intention of stopping. I never said a word, I just kept masturbating. My orgasm was close as I watched him play with himself until his dick was fully erect.I love watching Kev masturbate, it turns me on so much. He removed his hand only for a. My Dad too was a slightly built man and had a job collecting refuse and looking after the house and cooking for my Mum me and my big brother who was now an apprentice at the same refuse plant. He hadn’t talked to me since my selection.My Dad was from an era where transexualism and cross-dressing was still frowned upon, he had also lived through the more recent period where weaker boys were killed at birth and girls were considered a blessing. The fact that now having failed in having two boys.