"We both began to cry as we hugged each other to death.I was in the alley the next morning waiting for the girl to turn up. Whenshe finally turned up ...I thought I saw a glimmer of hope in her eyes. Sheaccepted the chocolate and I said, "Tomorrow's Sunday, so I won't see youtill Monday. Are you going to be okay?"She nodded and I left.I worried all Sunday. I couldn't settle. Angel kept me going as best shecould and on Monday I was thinking all manner of nasty things.When I saw her she appeared to. That took care of two needs at once, she figured. When she got acquainted with some nontraditional students at the college she added a couple more dinners and dicks to her list.It was getting pretty interesting, she thought, especially with the things that these experienced men showed her in the sack, and elsewhere for variety. She had so much fun with fooling around before intercourse. Playing with and sucking and teasing their peckers made her laugh while what they did with their fingers and. What did Celia say when she called?”“Just that she needed to see me, and it was urgent.”I repressed a grimace. It hadn’t occurred to me how much enthusiasm someone who’d gone through the change might have towards staying with us. I mentally kicked myself, since I’d had enough experience with people going through the change that I should have seen it coming.“We aren’t looking to get rid of Ceilia or concerned with how her progress has been. The opposite, in fact. I’m sorry if she gave you the. "Sho, are you making her happy when you shcrew her? Do you make the juice drip out hur pusshy?"(Jesus she's drunk!) "Um, yes'um. I-I-I think she'zh hap-p-p-py."(Unbuttoning my shirt) "You THINK she's happy? I beh-ur find out for sure. I want this to be a mumorable trip for her." (Drunkenly pulling down my swim trunks, exposing my erection, which she takes in her mouth.)Since I was pretty wobbly without the added intoxication of getting a blow job, we moved to the bed.I had never made love to.