”“Why aren’t you home banging it right now instead ofstanding here with me?”Hank glanced at his watch.“Actually my wife ...ent out this evening with ourneighbor tonight to a dance club. I would imagineshe’ll be home in a couple hours and be as horny ashell went I get there.”Jerome laughed, “Hey. Man. Maybe your wife and herfriend came in here tonight!”“You must be crazy Jerome? My wife wouldn’t come to aclub like this. Could she really be me?"I have no more to say but I smile broadly at Zach as Bekka tests thereflection in the mirror against the movement of her body. She tracesthe contours of her breast and tentatively reaches down to confirm theconverted sex between her legs. She races to where I am watching andhugs me once, twice and then a third time. She moves from me to Zach andas she tries to whisper 'Thank you' a hundred times the burst of energythat accompanies the transformation ebbs and she. Sweet of her to say.April and I have a lot in common, actually. Oldest child. Liked cooking. Marginal Methodists, me more so than her. She says I should come to church with her to see how things are changing “We’re all welcome,” and mentions her women’s chorus. You don’t have to sing that well.I recall “I am Woman,” but admit that I probably wouldn’t fit in, to which she says it’s open to anybody who considers herself inquisitive.As we clear the dishes, Luke again brushes against me, but more. She spread her legs, as he was kissing her neck, biting her shoulders, and slowly submerged in to her. She felt him even deeper inside her, then when she was on top of him. He was slowly thrusting, and reached with his hand under the tummy, searching her clit. He pressed against it, but not to much, so he wouldn't hurt her. After just few thrust she exploded, and he was holding him self back as much as he could, so he pulled out, all wet from her pussy, and gently pressed against her ring, as.