I have no idea what, some sort of out of place sound made its way through the deep layers of sleep to my unconscious mind, rousing me.Without moving a...muscle, I strained my senses trying to comprehend what it had been. Seconds and eventually minutes ticked by. There was the faint sound of wind from outside, the occasional and familiar low creek and groaning of the house settling, and finally my own rhythmic breathing. I was just about to give up and surrender back to sleep when I heard it. It. She asked me about my work and I answered them to the point. It was getting real awkward for the both of us. She then looked down and said - you know it’s been over 12 years since my husband passed away. I said I was sorry. It’s ok, what you saw earlier is all I have to keep me satisfied. I did not know how to respond to that, had it been anyone else, I would have probably taken advantage of the situation but I could not get to here. We did not say anything till I finished my coffee and said I. We saw each other many times over a year or so. I found out he was gay, living with an ambulance driver in something akin to marriage. It was the evening before I was getting hitched. We met in the park, chatted some and then went back to his house. Bernard, his partner, was out working, not due back for several hours. I’m a bit hazy about how it happened, but fairly soon after getting inside the living room; he had my cock out and was sucking me off. My soon to be wife had yet to. Soaring through the clouds and flying inspace is exhilarating." Megan realized he wasn't responding to thequestion she really wanted to know about."That sounds amazing, but I wanted to know what it was like for you beingone of us now? Men all over are dying to understand us girls, and you arethe only male in history to know what it's really like. I'm so jealous.If I could be a man for a week, I would die rich from book sales sharingmy experience." Thats a complicated question, one I am sure.