. At every opportunity, Carole and I are committed nudists, I walk around naked and often of course my mother in law has seen me, when I forget she’... visiting, Carole suggested that – nudist - but a bit prudish as far as family are concerned. I have seen her look down at my cock as we brushed past each other as I dash, in a panic to the bedroom at the sound of her voice at the front door. Knowing that she has seen me makes me quite horny when I’m in there. Wanking, I muse about leaving the door. I want him to know he has me, for tonight ‘How about a picnic,’ he asks with that goofy grin. I nod and we run like two little kids to his back door. I go in and grab the wool blanket from its place. He tosses me the bottle of wine. He grabs two glasses and flips a switch on the way out. The yard is warmed by the glow of crazy parrot lights. I spread the blanket and pour the wine while he starts up the CD player. I smile when Van Morrison begins to croon again. He returns to me. We each take a. He wanted to be female. But he did not want to turn into a girl and then have to try to explain to the rest of the world what happened to him and who he was. Even if he could convince everybody who he was (or had been), he did not want to have to deal with his friends and family who would ask why he wished to become a girl.After he became a girl, he could use the rest of his wishes to gain great wealth and property. It was important to make the girl-wish first, in case his new female. He’d always loved it when she wore dresses, and the fact that she was here, drenched, excited him. Not to mention the taboo factor of having her in a school. He approached her as she watched the rain continue its onslaught on the brick and glass outside, and gently pressed his lips against the flesh of her back. Vertebrae by vertebrae, Marco worked his mouth down Casey’s spine. ‘What are you doing, honey?’ she asked excitedly. She couldn’t believe, of all places — of all times, he would want.