Brushed back I could almost pass as a girl...almost..that is except for the breasts and other equipment. My face was soft and round too. Yes, the hair...expunging disease had traveled there too. My face should have been covered in stubble...stubble which probably by now would be turning into a healthy beard. Nothing? My face was smooth, soft, and now that I look at it closer, a bit more round. That?s strange. With this face, that hair, and this stomach I easily pass for a girl! If I ever wanted. I opened the champagne and she brought across the platter and when she moved you could see her 34D breasts which are lovely and firm moving underneath the see-through black material. Her nipples were already hard. She placed the platter on the table and sat down. The skirt barely covered her pussy. We watched the movie and drank the champagne and during the movie I reached over and rubbed her breast and pinched a nipple and also ran my hand between her legs, over her furry blonde pussy and in. I stopped at the spare bedroom that I had turned into a home office and den and got the mini-cassette recorder that I used for note taking. In the bedroom I put the recorder on top of the dresser, undressed and went into the shower.When I came out of the shower I found Cyndi sitting on the edge of the bed wringing her hands and with tears on her cheeks. She looked up at me with a look on her face that I had never seen before and asked:“Do you love me Jerry? I mean really, really love me?”I. We had been staying with friends who were blessed with a fireplace thatactually worked. As I was carrying in some of the blankets through thedoor, Cherub slipped out between my legs and disappeared into the forest.I called fruitlessly for awhile and then proceeded to finish unloading thecar. I then got some of her favorite treats and went into the woods tryingto find her. I soon heard meowing sounds coming from a tangle of treeswhere the trunks had uprooted as well as having broken into.