Instead I held out my arms and she folded herself inside them. Her breasts pressed against mine, just two inches lower. I sighed. Much as I've loved a...hard cock since my uncle had made me a woman on my sixteenth birthday, and consider myself a flaming heterosexual, still the occasional touch of a sensual woman brings delights and thrills that no man can dream of providing.Our lips touched, ever so softly, and stayed attached even as they parted to make way for searching tongues. We inhaled. Other than being bitterly cold, the weather was fine and I took Gillian to see Buckingham palace, the Houses of Parliament and finally Trafalgar square, holding her hand as we wandered. Eventually we had lunch in a small bistro off the Strand near Charing Cross and we just chatted about life, the universe and everything. It was clear to me that Gillian had something important she wished to say, but was in no hurry to say it either."Did you enjoy last night?" she finally broached the. She said she would watch for a bit herself before joining in on the fun.Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago. I decided that based on that conversation and the fact that I know she loves to watch male-male action, I would set something up to surprise her. I contacted Jim to see if he would be available 2 weeks from Friday. He told me his wife would be out of town then and asked what I had in mind. I told him my plan of having him over along with another guy to give Grace a big surprise. I. I mailed the signed papers to Seymour and caught the next plane back to Montreal." You are a rotten son-of-a-bitch, Woody." Yeah, I know, and I feel great."When Caitlyn came over to refill the coffee, I asked her to bring me some breakfast. She said it would take a little while because Terry was gone. Now what the hell was going on?Caitlyn was better in the kitchen than I was, so I helped out by waiting tables so that she could concentrate on the cooking. Luckily the breakfast crowd was.