She enjoyed sex wholeheartedly and knew regular exercise was essential to keep all body parts functioning properly.Her body was pretty good, as a resu...t. Sure, her full breasts sagged, her belly was rounder, and her buns drooped, but her skin was good and fairly wrinkle free. She’d always been pretty and that persisted.It was on her seventy-seventy birthday that her perspective on sex mad a major change. Until then she’d looked for partners who were in her general age range. Getting laid at. ”“Good morning, Beatrice,” the young woman responded and accepted a lingering kiss from her so called husband. “I have to use the toilet.” Nancy wondered if she had been drugged. She didn’t recall being released and getting in bed with Beatrice. After using the facilities she looked around for something to wear. Nothing.“It’s still early,” Beatrice said. “Come back to bed.” Nancy shrugged her shoulders and obeyed. She was immediately embraced and could feel the hermaphrodite’s prick hardening. She felt healthy from the inside out. “I feel… Powerful.” Was that the right way to say it? It seemed a weak word. She looked at his blue eyes. Wow. She had always been able to see the slight paleness of him. The way he seemed to glow, but now that she looked at him, it was as if someone had turned a light on under his skin. “Wow…” She breathed. “Your eyes have a little green in them!” She noticed that sometimes his eyes looked blue as the Hawaii shore, and sometimes they looked clear, and. Patrick was 25 and had been born and raised in a House in San Antonio. The very thought had boggled Karen's mind."You mean you never had a chance to leave, to go out and live the life you wanted to?" she'd asked."I could have left at any time, still can," Patrick had replied with a smile, "but I've chosen not to. I like this life. I work hard, and in exchange I'm provided for. The only problem I've ever had with my lifestyle has been in the last eight months. The Master in the House I served.