With a deep sigh, she reflected that this was supposed to bea celebration, not a pity party. But it was hard to feel celebratory whenthe only birthday...card that you got was from the son who still felt thatyou'd somehow killed his father when you came out as a transsexual. Therehadn't been any explicitly obscene words in the card, but the venom wasthere for all to see.Marcy finished up the greasy fare, paid her tab and left. It was a cold,miserable drizzly early March rain, the kind that creeps. Thursdaynight was scout night, so I got changed and went, quite reluctantly,because I just didn't know what I wanted.Once there I didn't really join in. Mark immediately saw that I was notmy usual self, and pulled me on one side. "Make sure you stay after theothers have gone. I will give you a lift home and cheer you up."The evening dragged as we spent time playing games that I found boring.Normally games like killer ball made me jump for joy, because of myaggressiveness, but not tonight.I. I wasn’t really looking for a hook-up, but I have to admit, my inattentive husband had driven to desperate measures.Then, there he was Dan. Dan Shackleford. Dan had been in my JROTC class in high school. I had always thought he was a cool guy, and I loved the way he looked in his uniform, but I was too shy at that time to say anything.I married Ray right after high school, and we very quickly got started on a family. I was only eighteen. What did I know? By the time I was twenty-eight, I had. We were enjoying even in the bathroom later with the water dripping took her to my bed gave her love bites all over. She was tempted by now and was asking me to fuck her, instead of fucking her I started fingering at first slowly rubbing her pussy on the outside with my palm applying some pressure then moving my mid finger from the top of the clitoris till the bottom of her pussy and then pushed two of my fingers in giving her the best time she was enjoying and asking for more so I put one more.