"Yes. I mean it. Millie, I love you, I want you with me, now, next week, next year for the rest of our lives. You! Only you. Your hand in mine forever..." She sank down, clasping me, our bodies, slick with perspiration and our effusions slipping together."I'm your woman, Greg. Your very loving woman."We parted in the morning, Millie to her work in the hotel, and I returned to my work in Gloucester. The following weekend I was back in Tavistock. Millie welcomed me very satisfactorily and on the. We laughed. I turned my face slightly, and gently pressed my lips to hers. As she lost her nervousness, gained trust, she opened her lips to my now probing tongue. She sighed. She had submitted, the fear was gone, replaced by trust, I was hoping that it was not misplaced.She had relaxed, and it wasn’t the wine. I stood, held out my hands ... she put her hands in mine. Undressing each other, or at least me; she had come to me naked, was again comedic, I would have disrobed as I normally did,. I got super wet inseconds! A flood of nectar came out of my clitoris. My hips were taken bystorm by the most amazing sensation ever felt. The focus of my womanhoodwas now to be found in my anus. That part of my body was now the eye of atornado of cosmic sexual energy. Before my transition, I had never beenpenetrated in my back vagina (as I liked to call it). My hole wasdefinitely tight, so Mustapha had thought of preparing it for his monstercock with a mix of passionate kisses and finger. Ian handed the basket to Dinah, then took Jonas by the arm and led him outside. ‘I don’t understand, Uncle,’ Ian whispered. ‘We can go? Dinah and the baby and I can go?’ ‘Don’t worry, Ian. It’s all been taken care of. This little problem won’t happen again and I’ve seen to it myself.’ Ian just looked at Jonas, and something on Jonas’ face told Ian that he really didn’t want to know the details. So, Ian left it at that. They went back in to a tearful Dinah, who also expressed her gratitude. .