And as she thought about it, she realized that she'd gained even more adaptation to her new life than the last time. Even her movements were all femin...ne now. She wasn't even sure that she could walk like a man again without making it look fake and exaggerated. "Damn him." Charlene growled. "That cocksucking bastard really likes fucking with me." Then she grimaced, realizing that even her vocabulary and way of talking had changed. "Damn him!" she repeated again. "Sorry to disappoint you," Bob's. "Hattie was the first to speak, "That's a great idea Jim, but who's going to pay for it? We are all old age pensioners and our pittance doesn't run to that sort of expenditure."With a bit of an embarrassed look I told then that I would pay for the cabin kit if they would assist in erecting it. "I don't want you to think I'm flaunting my money but I can afford it."The all agreed that the idea was a sound one and it wasn't long before we were pacing out where the cabin would go. There were. Like the time I sent her a vibrator as a joke. She told me that there was a dearth of male action twixt her sheets, and I helped her out with this glow-in-the-dark, plug-into-the- wall latex vibrator that was huge. She loved it, and we nicknamed it "Glow Worm."I'd given her a priceless Japaneese porcelin mask to hang on her bedroom wall. It'd cost me almost six hundred dollars. It was a birthday present. You know what she gave me that year?A keychain.In the shape of a guitar.I don't even play. For those who've read other posts by me, you may know I have a buddy that I do a lot of stuff with (hobby and business wise) and his wife and my girlfriend are good friends. All four of us know about our sexual desires and such, but his wife is sometimes unsure about us all playing....with that said, Friday night really threw me!!Since my buddy and I work together, we sometimes carpool, so after work I took him home and asked what the evening’s plans were. He wasn't sure yet as his wife was.