....can´t be true” but Carl had a new spark in his eyes when he turned to me and said“Yes, I think she should..”, by which he turned to Lena an... said something in swedish“Eh…I am sorry” Lena spit out between her teeth“nono… guess you have upset the gentleman, so he needs a full explanation” I insisted…and spelled Lena what she should say:“I am sorry, Sir…”“I..am…sorry…………Sir” she repeated with a hardly audible voice“that I didn’t let you touch my arse”“that I didn´t…let you…touch………my arse” she. This well-educated woman who could speak so fluently on scientific matters, could, just as readily, reveal her open sexuality, and Mike asked her, "How many men have you treated in this way?"She was silent for just a moment as Mike’s limp penis slipped out of her, "Ah, what a shame," she muttered. "I don't think of the fucking part as me treating men. It's more about what they can do for me." And how many has it been?" Twenty-six," she said bluntly. "Not many of them as able as you.”"I'm. Old habits are hard to break. Sitting next to his dozing wife he had good reason to indulge himself in dredging up old memories. All of George's and Helen's vacations were special—there hadn't been many. This one was the most momentous. It started the previous day."George, zip me up, please!" Helen called out.George disengaged from struggling with his tie and stepped over to Helen standing in front of her mirror. As he took the tab of the zipper between his fingers he heard the sound of a glass. He felt pressure in his bladder, so he went to the bathroom. And there, he looked at himself in the mirror. Really looked for the first time.Trixie had been correct, George decided. He - she - was pretty. Not drop- dead gorgeous, but pretty. Attractive. George gasped as the word went through his thoughts. That was what he had wished for - to be attractive. And how he was! She was! Like it or not, George was Georgia for now. Quickly, she stripped and stood naked. Georgia turned back and forth,.