Aunt Joan usually is right behind me and I heard her bedroom door open just after I finished pissing and was coming out of the bathroom.She ducked int... the bathroom next and had her morning piss as well.Usually she watches TV in the livingroom and has coffee while I read the paper in the den.I poured us both a cup and retreated to the den and lo and behold she followed me and sat down in the recliner next to me.Im usually pretty quiet and not one for talking early in the morn.But she seemed to. Even the story about Lisa Johnson and her little dress and white tights.Bob had told me that he had known for quite a while that I was dressingand had tried to drop hints but I never would acknowledge it. I confidedthat I thought this was more than just crossdressing now, but I was stillfinding out. "I guess the big decision will be when I heal up and seehow feminine my face has become." His shocked expression made me realizethat I had not told him about the surgery. He stayed for a few. She fought hard to think about other things. Even that didn’t help as her other thoughts were about Dimpy moaning as she was getting fucked by Rahul.After a lot of struggle and half an hour later, she managed to put a lid on her sexual urge. She went off to sleep only to be woken up by another constant banging sound at 5 AM.Gayatri woke up and found that another lady had caused the banging. It was still dark. But Gayatri could see her clearly, wearing a shiny saree with heavy make-up and red. I surmised that she was waiting for me to make a wrong move. Waiting, perhaps, for me to act on my earthier instincts. My best guess was, Shirley was accustomed to being rushed by men.I was determined not to rush her.After a leisurely dinner, and several glasses of wine, I invited her to walk with me alongside the Mississippi, at the point that I knew offered the city's most attractive riverside vistas. I guessed that, as a newcomer, Shirley probably hadn't had time to discover these little.