There's a toilet over there," she said pointing to a door"The procedure takes about an hour and a half so you should use it now."I'll wait for you ove... there," she said pointing to a different door"Take your time."I went to the toilet fully intending to pee standing up one last time,but the erection I'd been sporting since leaving home would not makethat possible. I tried breathing slowly to relax, but my penis wouldhave none of it. I would have to deal with this in a different way. Ithen. She had her arms around my neck and took one hand and squeezed it between us and found my hard cock. She was trying to manipulate my cock but we were wound tightly together. I leaned up on my elbows, allowing some space between us, and she began to stroke my shaft, and murmuring, “Oh yeah, what a big hard cock.” I rose up to a waist high position and she said, “Oh yeah, let me suck that beautiful cock,” as she moved the head back and forth over her cunt lips. “Ok, baby, come and suck it,” I. He was was perfect and a superman in the cot, which turned me on to watch him hammering my wife performing better than most porn stars. He was big compared to Monica's slim frame dressed in her suspenders, stockings and I loved it when she was pinned beneath him as he fucked her brains out.I called him up, he was ecstatic to be given another opportunity to fuck my wife, "tell her she's going to cop heaps"' he warned, "in a nice way of course", he assured. And cop heaps she did and on every get. She would’ve been more comfortable if I was born a girl. But I wasn’t. She would’ve been fine when I was little. I’ve seen her with babies and little children and she has no problems playing with them and hugging them. But now I’m getting bigger, that must be hard for her. So it’s like she’s set herself a challenge – hug me every day. Most days she’s fine and it’s just a hug. But there are times – like after she’s had a bad night – when I can tell that it’s difficult for her but she still hugs.