Her breasts jiggled deliciously as the pounding fromthe doctor continued without abatement. Being bent over with her legs slightlyapart, her body ripp...ed with convulsions at the momentof truth. I had never felt so inadequate in my lifebefore. The doctor kept pounding away. I wanted to ask the doctor when will hedeposit his seed into my very willing wife. But Ikept quiet and waited for this event to take place. Iwas tired sitting on the pot watching my wife beingtaken by another man that I was. I felt his hardness push into my lower back and drop to my ass crack. His arms came around me and his right hand grabbed for my package. He turned me toward a mirror on the other wall. His face moved toward my neck and my open collar. His two days growth of beard rasped against my neck and cheeks. I struggled until I noticed his hands in the mirror. He had hairy hands, not black, brown--a beautiful pelt covered them. His fingers had hair up two knuckles. As I stopped struggling he. That is why you are here. Sowhatever path you follow is irrelevant to the eventual destination.Whether the mental process will prove to be less, well, traumatic,if you fight it, rather than if you accept, it I do not know. Suchis probably a matter of individual personality. Obviously bywillingly accepting femininity you do avoid an immediate physicalintervention. The choice is yours."Her voice petered out. David looked up at her. The word 'immediate'hung heavy between them.Laura shrugged "I am. ."She whispered to me at bedtime, just before going down on me. She could be a tease, but she knew I loved that. I wouldn't have her any other way.The next day we headed off for our favourite old spot once again. This time would prove to be a truly memorable experience. Once more, the woods were still as we made our way along the main path then, after about quarter mile took a left onto a smaller track which led close to our spot, it was this path that he'd originally watched us from just 2.