It all started very early Saturday morning in my first semester here atthe university. I had been ajock in school but was aware that I had no outstan...ing talent, I wasn'tgonna be offered ascholarship. My best sport was Baseball, football was ok, and I barelygot by in wrestling. So Iheaded off to school to pursue a career in Business. Pre-Accounting. I was assigned a cool roommate in the dorm. He was on a ROTC scholarship. He wasn't asbuild as I was but not too bad either. But he sure. I pressed against the wall and inched my way around the back to the edge of the deck. In the darkness I watched as he started up a fire in the outdoor pit, before heading to the nearby hot tub.Watching, my heart raced — it was almost time for my surprise. He was just starting to light the outdoor lamps when I turned back towards my house. Returning a short time later, with my surprise in tow, I hurried back to the darkened backyard. As I approached I could ear the soft sounds of music spilling. His raw musclesbursting as tightened his grip on them."Twenty seven, B, seventeen," he called to me.The farmhand smelt of piss which I found for myself was sharp to theskin, burning. He changed position with the farmer and tooled theirballs, neutered them, castrated them, caused them involuntary genderneutrality. Was it transsexuality?"Would they become effeminate?" I asked."That I would never know, no they, for death was assured as so too thewilting of the summer rose, and so too the fat lamb. She didn't understand the maturity comment. At first, she thought that just meant that I thought older women were sexy. I had to explain that the maturity I meant was the maturity of the mind. In other words, she didn't view sex like a twenty year old, who is too preoccupied with what people think to really get down and enjoy her self.As a 63 year old wife she had nothing to worry about. As my wife she had nothing to hold her back from fully indulging her every desire. Much to my surprise, she.