"I miss it so, said Gretchen, "I miss the softness andthe slenderness of my legs. I miss my femininity. I was goingto be a model once I got out of t...e magic business. Look at you. My breasts are so beautiful. Can I touch them? I miss it allso," Gretchen was again fighting an erection, but not for long. This time she let it happen. She couldn't hold back the masculine demands that the body she possessed had. She beganfeeling fully, a mans desire. She reached out to touch one ofthe breasts. "Take them off," he demanded, one hand still moving in his robe."S-sure," Miar replied with feint uncertainty. She unclasped the bra and let it slipped off her arms and dropped to the floor. Revulsion boiled in her stomach when Alejandro licked his lips as his eyes drooled at her pert breasts. Chilled air brushed across her light tan skin made her nipples stiffen visibly. A low rumbling chuckle from the old man caused redness to burst on her cheeks."Turn around and make sure to bend real low. He was divorced and a bit on the horny side. I asked him to meet us at the nearby boat ramp the next weekend.The next Saturday we drove to the boat ramp and waited for him. We didn't have to wait long before he drove up and asked my wife if she was Di. Everyone liked what they saw so we made plans for the next night at our house.We went on about our boat outing that day as planned. Di seemed excited about the whole thing. I was nervous and unsure again. The other threesome went well and. She refused to believe it, though and she tried to continue to fuck, but the word had got around, and nobody would touch her. She retreated into a shell and became almost living dead. When Neil died, she lost any reason to live and she was gone in less than a week.After that much pain, I resolved to throw myself into school and forget about relationships. The resolve lasted for about three months until I met Roxanne.Roxanne was a girl who knew what she wanted and she got it using whatever she.