I was starting to think that she was scared. ‘Jason, please. Make love to me. Show me that what I did was nothing like the real thing. Please show m....’ I wiped her tears, stood up and lifted her by her ass. It was so plump and soft: So…perfect. I laid her down and kissed every inch of her soft, silky body. My body trembled and my hands were shaking. Her fingers were entwined with mine. I noticed she was shaking too. My lips brushed her neck and my tongue made a trail straight to her right. She then learned over and gave me a little kiss on my forehead and then rolled over and lay on her back. I didn't know what was going on here but I did know my penis was as hard as an iron bar and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Once again she asked me if I was OK and did I still wanted to continue, I answered yes."Come over here and lay on top of me"I did as was asked, the smell of her perfume and the touch of her skin making my penis throb against her inner thigh."So ... do you. I asked him about masturbation. He looked at me indignantly. “I used to do it in my teenage years”, he said, “but I don’t do it now! Besides, I don’t like porn”, he added. I told him that I am not surprised that he didn’t like porn and I suggested to him something more sophisticated, classier – Playboy playmates! “And you think Playboy is not porn?” he asked me. “Just wait!” It was my answer. I am totally addicted to a playboy model and I still take few printed pics of her when I travel. She is. At that moment, Ifound myself giggling as well.We finished our meal (and for some reason I found myself very hungry)and then moved into her den. We sat on large soft chairs, and lookedinto each others eyes. I finally spoke, saying, "Why us? Everything haschanged! I used to be a man! Now I'm this. They even tell me I'mpregnant! What do I believe, Suzanne?"She then shook her head, and grunted in disgust. "You need to justsettle down and be happy. But I'll now prove to you that you in.