However sex, and men, and the erotic nature of the change are not on the whole very precious to me. As I head onto the bus to ride home a man gives up...his seat for me; men often do silly things for women. As convenient as these moments can be they are not precious to me. In fact a new body and life only helps to hammer in more deeply the biggest pain life gives you. In life it is very, very hard to be who you are, society tries to shape you into whom it wants you to be instead. Society says. Slowly, you slide your wet pussy down my hard shaft, feeling every inch enveloped deep within you. You rock your hips allowing my hard cock to slide in and out of you. Your eyes are filled with fire as you ride my cock. Every lustful desire you’ve had during your married life is finally being consummated and your husband is there watching every moment. I reach up and caress your sensual breasts, looking up into your eyes, as you rock back and forth and I thrust up to meet you. You start. Didn't need to run into anyone with my fly down or sperm dribbles on my pants! While examining my pants I kept a close eye on the locker room behind me. You could see the whole locker room, each isle of lockers in the mirror. It seemed like kind of a stupid place for such a large mirror, but I had more pressing issues to attend to, like zipping up!I finished up quickly enough and when I was sure there was no way to detect I had just jacked off I placed the pretty black thong in some paper. The other had a dark blue top with a gold skirt. The giant horned LA Ram was on the sweater.“Well,” I said glumly, “at least you can tell whose is whose.“Including the tights,” Charlotte said, holding up two thick pairs of panties.Mine was gold and someone had recreated the LA Ram facing forward so that its horns would be on my hips. The eyes of the ram faced forward just at my pubic bone. It looked like its mouth would be right over the slit between my legs. I would know for sure when I put.