I was eagerly waiting for the day as Ihoped it would be my last day as a woman. What a climatic ending it was.Last year had been beyond my wildest ima...inations and now it was allcoming to an end. I decided I will enjoy my last few days as a woman anddecided to enjoy. I picked my own wedding jewellery: it was a huge ivorynath that almost covered my face and an equally huge maang tikka. I wantedto enjoy my last day as a woman so I went for a heavy payal and kamarband.Other jewellery were choosen. Surprise, surprise, she accepted and chose to ride the bus to the farm. I thought about my own situation and decided to phone Rose Tulloch."Hi, Rose. This is Dexter McLeod. I don't know if you remember me." Of course I do, Dex. A girl doesn't forget her favorite dance partner that easily." Great. Say ... our company is having a May Day weekend picnic at a farm up in Bolton on Sunday. I was wondering if you'd like to be my guest?" I'd love to. Thank you for thinking of me."Her acceptance was. I told them I was bi and they said that the husband is 'open minded'. After just one drink we were getting along fine and the wife asked if maybe we should head back to their place for another drink. It sounded good to me as I was getting a hardon in my jeans and black speedo already.Their house was only a 5 minute walk from the bar.When we walked in the husband went to the kitchen to make some drinks and the wife pushed me down onto the couch and we started making out. Our lips (and tongues). I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming, perhaps I was asleep behind the wheel, and this was the last thing I was thinking before I crashed to my fiery death. If that had been the case, I was more than willing to go, hoping I would forever be caught in this moment.She swung slightly back and forth in the static bar stool, a pleated floral print dress waving back and a forth. It was like a pin-up girl from the 40’s, I was inspired to fly missions in my Rosy the Riveter bomber. I started from the floor,.