And when you move into transition, the gut starts to take over and it's weird. It all feels so natural. You float through the day, not realizing what ...ou're doing. It's like a mental defense mechanism I suppose - sending you down a path which you would normally fight tooth and nail.Until one moment you stop and really think for a moment. Those were my "what the fuck?" moments, and they started coming more and more frequently."Woah!" John said, then whistled."You like?" I twirled around, giving. Cocking my ear and listening attentively, there was no doubt as to the nature of the noise I was picking up. My heart began to beat faster as I moved closer to the window, and when I moved my face closer as peeped through the gap in the curtains, a rush of excitement coursed right through my body as I realized the room was not their kitchen but rather the bedroom.My nipples instantly hardened and my pussy was awash with fresh dew as I beheld the most arousing scenery of hot passionate sex. On. ... I own this bar he said.., (Helen did tell me her father had a business in Mexico).. but I was surprised that a gringo would own a bar in Mexico. After a mindless conversation, and all kinds of , come ons,,, from Franklin, the thought of my ex-girlfriend Helens father,,, fucking me was getting to me (excitingly). But I told him that I was married , he told me 'I'm married too", and laughed at the way he said that. I kind of flirted a little, just enough to let him know. ”“Oh babe, I’m very sure about it.”“Why thank you, you handsome man.” as I closed the car door behind her.With a second check of herself, she took my arm for me to escort her into the real estate office, and when I opened the door, I let Maryann go in first, and as I stepped in behind her, the agent that was mom’s old high school friend, met us at the door, “Come on into my office over here, and we’ll get you that house today.”Once everything was said, signed, and done, the agent handed over.