Giving Away Virginia Holton

Marla assessed her young associate before speaking. Marian wore a sleeveless blue blouse tucked into a pair of nicely cut light gray slacks that accentuated her ass. Matching open-toe block heel sandals of black leather completed her outfit. Of course, she could never keep from staring at the glossy fur bushing from beneath the young woman's arms. "I could simply eat you alive right now, Marian," she thought to herself. A delicious little tingle worked its way through her abdomen and down between her legs.

"Marian, in addition to our love for each other, we have talked often about the place of Virginia in my life, and the undeniable fact that she and Jason are growing to love each other." Her assistant nodded expectantly and she continued.

Virginia was Marla's stunning shemale son with whom she had been in love for years. Jason Sanders, Marla's 'boyfriend,' was a remarkable man of thirty-eight who had entered their lives the second year of their residence in Palm Beach. Marla chuckled silently to herself as she recalled Virginia's remark last weekend. They were lunching at the Pineapple Boat Restaurant in Lighthouse Beach after a trip to Miami's South Beach to show off several of Prism's latest risqué designs of casual wear and beach attire.

"Marla," Virginia began with an air of mock concern, "I am starting to get really upset about your intense sexual activities. Is it possible, O Most Sensuous Woman, that you are spreading yourself a bit thin, as it were, and need to back off from your erotic activities for a rest? Not with me, of course, but with everybody else?"

Before Marla could answer her shemale lover shook her great mass of long blonde hair and began to silently tick off on slender fingers the men and women, mostly women, with whom she was sexually involved. With each finger Virginia mouthed the name of that individual. When finished she brushed aside the heavy wave of hair that usually covered her right eye.