As Carolyn and I grew together as lovers she told me that she now felt that her only purpose was to please me and serve my cock. That was great with m.... There was NOTHING she would not do and often it was at her urging to do it. Some things I am not able to share her, so simply use your imagination.Her gift came on my birthday. She invited me to her house and as I enjoyed my drink and chatted with hubby, she left the room. Once she had gone he simply said to me that he knew we were fucking (not. Boys aren't the only ones who talk about this stuff, you know.So we pretty much knew where and how to press and rub.Even today I'm not entirely sure what Mom and Dad were thinking when I started seeing things that summer before eighth grade. Maybe they weren't thinking about it at all, I don't know. I mean, we'd all been swimming nude at home as long as I could remember. I knew Mom and Dad kissed now and then, too, and that they obviously enjoyed putting sunscreen on each other, also. They. I looked again at the mother’s letter. Hotel Nueva York. That explained it. Not the fanciest place in town, despite its name, but an OK mid-range hotel. Good tourist trade, from what the manager, himself a recent Cornell School of Hotel Administration graduate, had told me when I’d chatted with him at one of our annual travel fairs.Monsieur M owned this hotel, among others.That explained the referral from the ambassador, but not why. Tootsie had said it was urgent. Ambassador or not, it was. "No what?" she said. "No, you're not afraid I'll turn you into a woman,or no, you haven't dressed up as a woman before?" Both," I replied, "I mean, neither." Why not?" she asked. "Why do you think I couldn't?" Because..." I began."Because you're a man, right?" she said."Yes," I nodded, "that's right." You're a manly man," she said, "as manly as they come." I don't know about that," I said, "but I do know I am a man." Then you won't mind putting on a dress," she said, "if you're as manlyas you.