Mymother was shocked, but when she questioned me what had happened, I onlytold her that despite her telling me my whole life "I'm so glad that Ihad a ...oy instead of a girl", that she was wrong. She had given birth toa girl all along, just that nature had made a mistake and I had mademoves to correct it. I only hoped she could accept and love me. Ofcourse, she could.I remember I was so happy my voice was never going to develop into a lowmasculine register and I was to remain free of chest. Her breasts were real, not plastic ("Hormone shots," she explained.). Her waist curved in and her hips flared out the way any shapely woman's do. I dried off and we went to the bedroom.On the bed, Serena rolled over to her belly. I dropped astride her thighs and started rubbing her back. She told me everything. It seemed a trite story, but it was real for her. She'd always felt she had been born into the wrong body. Name-calling, schoolyard fights, ostracism, and cruelty drove her within. An amazing expulsion of air came out my wife’s lungs as she wallowed in the sensations that followed.A relentless working of Jen’s tongue around Trish’s labia, the occasional plundering of her pussy and gentle nibbles on her clit had Trish all over the place. I had never seen her like it and I was learning a lot just watching.Jen moved from a crouching position and raised the most glorious arse I had ever seen (sorry Trish) up to kneeling height.“Can he?” she said, to which Trish gave a garbled. I’ll do it after you leave.? He gave her another huge smile. ?As I said Mrs. G. You’re the best.? Rory quickly dressed and got out to finish the rest of his morning’s work. He certainly wouldn’t shirk or scrimp on his primary responsibilities. This was his livelihood and he was a professional and proud of it. This other service, for those that asked and wanted it, was just an extra, a nice little aside and benefit for both parties. He vacuumed the three rooms.