The woman was all over me. Everywhere a woman wanted to be on a man you wished her to be. Oh my god. She was great. I hoped I was as good. But she lov...d my body, or so it seemed. My lips, my chest, and my stomach - She was on them. My cock and even my ass - She loved them too. We nibbled each other. Cock and tits and we fucked harder then fucking was legally allowed, I think, but it was great and the sweat poured down off us. Sweat and more sweat ran down off her and I wanted more sweat. And. After what seemed like forever, she finally walked out from around the hallway. The only light was from the tv, so all i could see was long blond hair, and a perfect body, wearing black workout shorts, and a cut-off white tank top. I tried to act surprised when she walked into the room, but i was really turned on beyond belief and probably wasn’t that convincing. I couldn’t see if she was angry, or smiling, or what. I started saying, “oh shit, i’m sorry, i thought you were a sleep.” i didn’t. Weber greeted me in a friendly way. And then came a shooting rocketby the name of Mark, and with one leap was high in the air. I thought inhorror of my balloons. Carefully I set the squirrelly monster down.Immediately he fastened onto my leg.Mrs. Weber came to my rescue. "Mark, you can't do that. You'll ruin thepoor girl's tights."Mark looked totally without comprehention. There I could identify withhim, my own familiarity with tights was only two days old. But now I wasreally happy that he. I may have come close to asuicidal leap from the closet earlier, but I was man enough to appreciatea good pair of shoes on the right lady's feet - just not making my ankleslook more slender than they had any right to look.As a small act of defiance against my new gender, I stripped off theimpossible shoes and stopped myself short of throwing them as far as Icould across the gardens. Only having one pair of decent, evening shoes Iwas hoping they'd be returned to a male style when I got myself.