This created a buzz of conversation, which continued till one of theplayers called out, "Why would that affect whether you play or not;doesn't she wan...t you to?" Oh no, she would love me to play," said Dee. "But it's much morecomplicated than that. When I was about 12 I was diagnosed as being onthe gender dysphoria spectrum and it's something I have lived with allmy life; it's not something you choose, it's the way you are wired. Inmy case I don't want to become a woman but I need to dress like. He turned around quickly, dropping down to take my nipple in his mouth. I reached down to his shorts, shoving them down his hips, so I could grind against his already stiffening cock. Picking me up by my waist, he sat me on the counter top, spreading my legs, and started licking and nibbling my slit. Sliding one finger inside me, he placed his lips over my clit and started sucking. I immediately began bucking against him, rubbing his face harder into my pussy. He stuck another finger in me,. .”“And we’ll be living together. So it wouldn’t appear as if it’s a marriage of convenience.”“If that matters in California,” Rhonda shrugged. “But I do hope we keep up appearances.”“Me too,” said Bob. “You think I might run off with some man?”“I hope we get a house where you can entertain a man. And maybe have him move in when you find a keeper?” Rhonda suggested.“I love you, Ronnie. We know we can stand each other for the long haul. You did spend last summer in my bed. When we slept,” he. She climbed into his car turned to grab the seat belt and he had been ready for her. The cloth had been plastered to her face and she was out in seconds.It was so easy to drive at night with a girl slumped in the front seat of your car. People thought she was drunk or tired and had fallen asleep. He had gotten home easily enough, carried her down the steps and into his lab and now she was his.He watched her wake up, saw the confusion when she realized she couldn't move. It was always the same..