She said, "Please disregard the house. I didn't expect anybody to be coming home with me." The art was in a spare bedroom. She brought them out in ord...r of when they were done and I saw a steady improvement in her efforts. She did have talent but needed more time to let it emerge and told her so. I suggested other artists that painted similarly and how she should study their works more.When I went through all the paintings she asked, "Is there something you would like to drink Shawn?" No but I. "Those dirty things have to go also. Someone see those redflannels underneath your habit and they're going to get verysuspicious about your real gender. I've got a petticoat that youcan have. It will add to your disguise as well as add a little softfemininity to your clothing."As he eased into the water still wearing his long johns, shethrew him the bar of soap and disappeared under the water asshe swam slowly toward shore. There was just a momentaryflash of white as her china-white butt almost. As I turned to him, my eyes went from his neck, where no shirt was visible under the coat, to his naked legs, and back to his face, beaming with satisfaction at my realization of his attire. The stirring continued. “Let me check your penis, Bob,” he said, his eyes sparkling. I unfastened the belt of my trousers, unzipped them and, in one motion, pushed them and the underpants down to my knees. My dick was exposed, half-standing and looking healthy. On a whim, following a gut instinct, I took. As much as the media and her family had tried to tell her otherwise, Julie wanted a man to bowl her over, maybe even pin her to the bed and have his way with her. Andy was not this sort of man, he was more the new age sensitive guy, which is why Julie married him, but... did she settle... , she wondered?Of course Julie could never let this be known to her husband but she knew deep inside she would have to satisfy that urge somehow, someday. Many a night, Julie lay awake on her back after having.