She moaned as she felt her orgasm rapidly approaching. He leaned down and captured her nipple in his mouth tugging hard through the material.She was s... lost in the sensations that when she felt him turn her around to face the wall it took a moment for her to realize what was happening next. Suddenly she felt him behind her, his long thick cock sliding between her legs, his fingers pulling her g -string to the side, nudging against her soaking wet pussy and suddenly with no warning, he plunged. But what was also certain at that moment was that I was satisfied and happy and married to the most wonderful female in the world. Whatever she wanted, well, I wanted to give it to her if I could. I decided to say so.“You are the most wonderful wife any man could ever have, ever hope to have,” I said. I felt her shiver or something at my words. Well whatever, they were true words.We slept, it was only 7:30 P.M., maybe a quarter to 8:00PM, but we slept. Well, we had burned a ton of calories, no. That morning I spotted a bus coming up the road and put my hand out tosignal it to stop. Neither Greg or Mark was at the stop yet and I lookedon amazed as the bus didn't even slow down and simply flew past. A fewminutes later Mark appeared lumbering over the railway tracks and greetedme to hear me complaining about the bus not stoping for me.He laughed out loud and then explained that since this was the main roadsouth, all the school busses used it but only our usual bus would stopfor us. It was called 'Stiff Drink'.Now I'll admit, I had a thing for men becoming female mannequins. The thought of my body becoming female and then hard plastic always turned me on. Dressed and displayed in my brand new female body. So that is what I wrote about. Many a nights I would sit at my computer, which was luckily in my room, and type while feeling my cock grow harder and harder with every keystroke. For me writing those stories was almost a form of masturbation, as it gave me great.