The Marlasmiling at me still was a pretty girl, and I was proud and grateful thatshe was my wife. 5'3" in the flats she now wore, the 125 pounds were...ell-distributed over her toned body. The attractively-styled short hairwas a rich dark brown, tinted to conceal a bit of gray. Her pretty aquaeyes danced, and I felt again how much sheer fun it was to be with thiswoman, a joy that never had disappeared despite thirty years together--years full of some bad times but never times when either of us. Sitting naked on the stool now. My back arching as on camera, mysmall pink nipples darken. The flesh crinkling as they harden, theareolas widening, as thousand of nerve ends grow and expand. I forget mymanhood, both hands flying to the chest as I tug on the hard thumb sizenipples. The flesh beneath swelling, press outwards. The feelings areecstatic and I don't want them to end but I manage to speak, my mindbarely registering what I am saying through the bliss."Final....changes. And I know she didn't think of me as a boy, or a son." I don't know, Mother. It just seems right to me. It's like theunderwear. It feels all wrong when I put a boy's underpants on. But whenI wear a panty, my life seems right. Does that make any since?" No, but I'm not going to argue. I bought you the panties, so now I'llexpect you'll stay away from my things." Of course, Mother. And I apologize. It was totally inconsiderate toborrow your intimates without permission. I'll never do that. There was also booze and I picked up a couple of bottles. As we were getting ready to go, I grabbed some clothes to use as a covering and pulled the three dead bodies outside. We then closed up everything and went back to our little park for the evening. We would return tomorrow. Just the PX had a lot. We had only scratched the surface.Another thought that came to me and which I discussed with the two girls was keeping watch. Terry had found one bad person and we found today that there had been.