Although I must admit the serving girl downstairs in the tavern was indeed a comely young wench, with a mass of raven black hair."Not only do I not lo...k for another, but I wish you to be my constant companion. I want you for my wife. Will you marry me, my sweet Amy?"Amy stopped her washing; water trickled down her body unheeded, and puddled at her feet."Jack!" She came over and kissed me softly on the lips. "You are the sweetest and kindest man I know, and I do love you, but I will not marry. She rocked faster and faster as she pulled up and down on his long shaft. They matched their writhing bodies as their orgasms approached the tipping point. Alan felt his orgasm beginning to overcome him and he reached behind Carol and pushed a finger up her ass to the second knuckle. She exploded and he began to pump his cum deep into her clinging cunt. Their combined cum flooded from her cunt to flow down his balls into the crack of his ass pooling on the floor. Carol kissed Alan and dropped. As if my mind had somehow separated fromits female self when I became sexually active. If the death match wason, the clear winner during sex was the male half, there was no denyingit.This brought some troubling questions to my mind. If I chose to trulylive as a woman would this happen all the time? During sex would thecarefully cultured woman disappear in a moment of sexual arousal? Whatwould happen once I changed my body? Would my mind freak out abouthips I would develop or having real. Like that's suppose to make it all okay, it may be only sex but it's sex with someone other than your husband.Okay the big finish, 'I love you and only you' plus 'I'll do anything to make it up to you so we can go on with our lives together'. First I don't believe that I love you crap. You don't do what you did to someone you love. Second do you really think there's anything you can do or say that will make me forget that you're nothing but a back stabbing, lying, slut? Do you?Have we covered.