She touched her finger to the thumbnail and a larger version of the photo instantly appeared on her screen."My Laura," she giggled, looking at it. He ...as so young! And so cute! It was apparently a family vacation photo taken at Yosemite. Ken was tall and skinny, his hair long, almost down to his shoulders. He was standing at the base of a waterfall-she wasn't sure which one it was-and wearing shorts and a long T-shirt that had the name of something called "Judas Priest" printed upon it. His. It was a word she knew well and a word that always set a fire in her. Past the pounding in her ears, she could hear the wet sounds of John’s fingers as he ruthlessly thrust inside her. She opened her mouth to speak as John’s fingers tightened around her neck. Her lips moved, but no sound escaped her, as desperately as she tried to talk past the hand on her throat and the wad in her mouth. Her eyes pleaded with her husband’s steely gaze. “If you don’t beg, you don’t cum.” April moaned again,. Their age group is between 32 and 38. All married to school time friends.They met on weekends as they had a Saturday night dinner at either one or the others places. The husbands though working with different companies were all workaholics and so their sex lives have become almost once in a month or even less. These girls of late have developed lesbian relationships with each other to cool their requirement.During the days being alone, they have been watching porn and reading sex stories. On. I could never be like that. Great, I thought. Iwas doomed. Either I would be teased and tormented as a boy, because Iwas a sissy, or I would be teased and tormented as a girl, because I wasa queer. I started to cry.Mom came over and comforted me. I told her that I did not want to be aboy. I had already signed up for Home Ec and boys had to take Shop. Notexactly a compelling reason for gender reassignment, but it was a start.I didn't know anything about being a boy, I went on, gaining momentum..