.." Please," he interrupted, looking first at Denise and then at Kevin, "I am looking for neither a one night stand nor a wife. In a year my doctors h...ve told me my life will..." Oh, I'm so sorry," replied Denise."So you want someone to live with you and comfort you until..." began Kevin."Something like that." Then why not get married?" she asked."If I may say so, I'm considered what they call "a catch" in social circles. If I let it be known I was in the market for a wife, I would be deluged. Now she was ready to test herself, to reassure her loved ones that she was well and perhaps even better than before her change.She performed on the exercise and striding machines much as Michael had done. She was stronger, faster, and had greater endurance. But something else was different. She tried to explain:"I feel ... not the same. My attitude, it is ... more ... no, that is not right. My attitude is less willing to accept what had been sufficient before. Is that correct? I feel compelled. Day after day we would talk about our hopes, dreams, and fantasies. She always wanted to have the perfect guy to share her white picket fenceddream house with. I would have been happy with a guy that would talk aboutmore than cars and his latest quest to bed Lisa. Yes, I guess you couldsay I was a little jealous of the almost perfect goddess that laid halfnaked next to me giggling about the different ideas she got when a goodlooking guy walked by.We were both laying on chaise lounges talking. She shivered violently, her balled fists pounding against my chest as she rocked her hips back and forth, trying to accommodate my prodigious tool in her sweet, unfucked snatch. Her mouth was open, her blood-red lipstick smudged, her moist tongue pressed against her top lip in an expression of utter ecstasy. Slowly, the rocking of her hips changed to a more insistent thrusting, the grunts and gasps that marked the passing of her virginity replaced by the deep, throaty groans of experienced.