I have a lot of contacts that I have made over the years and usually a couple of phone calls will get me some action. This day was different. It was r...ining cats and dogs and only the very brave or stupid would be out in it. I know that I am not the former, so I must be the latter. After I had completed my business I was cruising down this street on my way to see one of my lady friends. Like I said it was pouring down in buckets and was very hard to see. I did manage to see this person walking. The artist had depicted Mary lying back in what looked like a seat of clouds, wearing her blue cape, her white gown, and of course, her white veil. As she lay there, her legs lifted by one hand towards the side, exposing her underwear, the Virgin Mary smiled affably, as if blessing whoever saw the image. Marcella combed her beautiful, golden-red hair and nervously put it behind her ear. Her heart beating quickly with a mixture between morbid curiosity and outrage, she eyed the picture before. Then Kat moved and brought her nipple to Dani's soft lips and said it's your turn now honey Dani had never done anything like this before but watching you would never have knowen cause she tried her best to give back what she just got she sucked Kat's tits and then ate her cunt like a pro my wife was thursting her hip to meet her mouth then g****d head and tried to push inside her, Afterwards Kat jumped up and ran to the bedroom this made Dani ture to me and ask if she did something wrong I. I was wearing trousers again.I looked at myself in the mirror.It was the story of my life. To the world at large I looked like a manbut I knew, like the pantyhose, that underneath the vestiges of mymasculinity was a woman waiting to emerge.So I left for work.As I walked constantly asking myself, "Could people see the womaninside?"My pantyhose replied, "Not yet, she has to come out," as for a moment mytrouser leg lifted higher than it had previously done, heightening myfear that someone would.