Just before I came she nestled closer, gathering a portion of her pajamas shirt and baring her flesh just above her navel. As cum splattered on her tu...my she smirked contentedly, murmuring "Mm-hm, mm-hm," and watched thin rivulets drool down her hip onto the sheet. When I finished she wiped up with a kleenex, then tugged my shaft firmly to draw the last of it onto the tissue. With our arms limply entwined, we fell asleep.I awoke early Sunday and lay for a while watching Martha sleep. She was. When I'm pleasing myself, I don’t care. If I acquire a kindred spirit, be they male or female, all the better. I'm going to instal a steam room and sauna, a small multi-gym, and have taken advice on diet, cut down the drinking and looked into way and means of ‘feminising’ myself in a subtle way. In no way do I wish to trans. I don’t want boobs, I don’t want to lose my cock, I don’t want to lose my sex drive. I wish to enjoy having an open mind on matters sexual once again and indulge myself.. We ended up having a great connection. So much so that we spent most of the night talking in bed.This guy says “I know you don’t like to talk about this, but I just want to say this wasn’t weird at all and I think you’re a really cool person.”“What?”“Oh sorry, your boyfriend said it turns you off to talk about this, I just wanted to give you a compliment.”“What are you talking about?”Silence.I knew something was very wrong here. I had certainly talked to my boyfriend about my turn-offs but they. She fondled me and Iheld still. Her hand slid into my panties and took hold of my cock."Hmm, it is a long time since I have held a cock in my hands since thedeath of my husband."She massaged it and looked at me. I hung my head. Unfortunately mycockhead rose upwards. Her eyes lit up."Now I know what Aleila sees in you. For such a princess you have quitethe cock. Much bigger than my late husband and he never wore panties.My, my princess, you don?t mind me calling you princess, don?t you?"I shook.