... a full sex change?' and then she fainted.August 23Now I know that neither Sir nor Madam will read this diary again, I willround it off so that I c...n gloat it future years.I married my wife, Alison, some two years ago. Then my name was, andwill be again, Laurence Williams and I was heir to my parents' fortune,so on the insistence of the family trustees I had her sign a pre-nuptialagreement. Last year I realised that things were going wrong, littlethings gave me clues. For example, three. My anger and arousal mixed with nervous anguish. Cliff’s prize for winning the golf game was my complete sexual submission without any limits. I only agreed to it because there was no way I’d lose the game. Then I did. I put myself in this position, securing it with collateral that would relinquish my control. How did I get myself in this situation? “I can tell it bothered you to lose,” my mom pushed. “I can see it in your face now,” she added. “How much did you lose?” My heart raced. “Um, ah,”. She leant forward and I grabbed the opportunity to fondle her boobs, much firmer than I had imagined, given the size. Her pussy felt warm and welcoming, made to fuck, unlike her daughter’s pre-pubescent vagina. Her pussy was like a warm wet glove wrapping itself around my cock, (not that I had ever tried a warm wet glove, honest!). Jack, having prepared himself, pushed his cock up his mothers’ bum hole. I felt it slide in along it’s parallel sheath and once again our balls came into contact.. Just touching Eva to position her could have had me hard as a rock if Sarah Lynn hadn’t drained me in the shower.“It’s not ... um ... bad exactly. I just feel so ... submissive,” Eva whispered.And then the penny dropped, as Granddad would say. I’d gotten kind of pissed on Tuesday and laid down the law to Eva about me being the one who would decide things and that she was to be at the house at exactly three-thirty. You could have set a watch by the moment she rang the doorbell. And then walking.