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Five years ago I would have sworn that I would not have sniffed anyone's pickle. I would not have even tag-teamed a lady. Things have changed. I am now as bisexual as they come. I am so into my new being. I am certainly not gay. I am not male. I am not female. I do have features of both. I have partners if both. Actually one each: our husband and our wife. We are very happy together. I wasn't always this in love. I was first married to this dominating butch, Helen. I realize now that she was just an ultra-feminist latent bull dyke who wanted to punish me for having all the equipment she so badly wanted. She told me that I was just so unfulfilling with my eight inches of solid girth. She messed with my head and she avoided my dick. She told me one day that flatly, loose those hairy balls or I'm leaving. She brought me to a doctor-friend of hers that left my sack vacant in less than an hour. The joke was on my ex-wife. While my outsides had changed immediately, it didn't stop with the loss of my balls. My penis shrank and the skin around it started looking very much like a vagina. Because I was only 23, the loss of testosterone had a profound effect. I did not develop maculinely, I grew very feminine. Very much to her first satisfaction, but not enough as she eventually dumped me for a flanneled scarlet in Vermont.
As there is a magficiant heated pool and spa within the housequaters they were in their robes. I noticed that his member had grown and was peeking through the tie belt. As I moved my eyes toward hers I noticed that in fact her robe was open. I realized that I was naked and for the first time in about a month my wee penis was aroused. Nothing was said as we all made our way to the bedroom. I licked them clean before during and after. I swallowed his load, I cleaned her out. I licked their feet. I let him in my backside which is great for a eunuch (for those who aren't but were wondering). Enough said, that we are all still together.
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