They just stared at each other for what seemed like hours. Finally, Gary said. "Why don't you both come in so we can talk about what had happened?" Th...y both nodded and one younger one said. "Good idea." We talked for a little while about what had happened and what to do about it. The what to do about it was pretty simple; there was nothing to do about it. Gary and I agreed to maintain their lives the best we could in case there turned out to be a way for us to change back. We did confide in. I’m sure she had no idea that there was a camera in the back room. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I just kept watching Her eyes darted back and forth before she slid out of her pants. She was wearing pink boy shorts, and ran a hand under them, rubbing her self. Next, she took the handle of the whisk and ran it up one of the leg holes. The length of the handle disappeared under the fabric. I was starting to get hard and knew that I couldn’t let it keep happening. I paged Abbie to my office over. He was a gay man with a similar athletic body type to me. He was a few years older than me and seemed to be keen to play with my ass.We chatted for a few hours about how we could meet up and what things I was keen to try. During our chat I explained all about my past sexual experiences and how I experienced many sexual acts, except a blowjob. For some reason this seemed to strike a chord with him and it quickly became the focus of our conversation and plans for meeting up, we agreed to meet up. I stood in the opening between the dining room and living room, uncertain whether to go further or not. I might have shifted from foot to foot. I have this vague memory of wondering what to do with my hands.I also remember finding them by hearing their voices, but they weren’t loud, angry voices. When I appeared, it was just as Kat was saying, “Because I love him, Mom. I’ve loved him for years.”“I knew that,” said Hannah. “But I didn’t think you loved him that much.” She glanced at me, and then.