. so?" "Well, I guess that got me to thinking about what itmight be like were I to remain as I am right now." Seeking clarification, John tenderly int...rjected,"You mean, as a woman?" "Yes!" Mike, uncomfortable with the admission she hadjust made, harshly snapped. "I got to fantasizing about howit would be to live out the rest of my life as a woman, andthat's basically what that wish of mine was about." "Okay!" John, in an effort to get to the crux of thematter, prompted. "That sounds. They’re Mattias’s. He probably wants them back. Well, I’ll tell him where I buried them. He’ll have to dig them up! Don’t dare have them at home where mum might find them. She thinks I’m feral enough already.”She looked suddenly serious. “Promise me you’ll never smoke?! It’s fucking disgusting, kissing a smoker. Never start.” She was giving me important advice. I nodded. It felt like she was telling me generally, as a favour, and not because she was ever going to kiss me. (At least, I didn’t. He has a beautiful cock. It's just the right size, seven inches long and just thick enough that I can't quite reach my fingers all the way around it at the base.Jon isn't all show either. He's a very good lover. He always pleases me.We started dating when we were freshmen in high school. The first couple of times it didn't take. We would date for a while and then fight and break up. But shortly after the start of our junior year we started going steady and not long after that he managed to. I was keen to understand the growing need in me to be touched again by a woman. Eventually I discovered a lesbian chat site. There I found other women, who like me were exploring their bi-side. They introduced me to the joy of cyber sex.At home I continued to have a great sex life with my husband, Tom. Indeed if anything I was hornier; a change Tom put down to my turning 40! I only played online when Tom was away and invariably fucked him with gay abandon on his return home. Online, I.