"Why don't you try on theblack one."She had Mark go back to the dressing room and change into the black dress.Cindy came in as he was zipping it up an... helped him with the zipper. Shesmiled and clicked on both vibrators again. Mark immediately swooned intothe physical stimulation and his eyelids drooped as he felt twinges thatwould only get stronger."Doesn't that feel sooooo good sweetie?" she cooed in his ear. "Now you aregoing back out there and stand in front of that mirror again.....," she. In fact, as Weena later remarked to me, it was hard to believe that she was nearly 60. Dad was dad. Patrick started in."Where Alf? Where Jacky? Ride horse soon?"Dad ate it up. "Alf's supervising moving the calves to new forage. Jacky's fence ridin'. It's too late to go saddlin' up today. How about tomorrow before lunch?" Okay. Sunday we go to Quilpie." Really?" I asked."Yes. Band near water there." What's he talkin' 'bout?" Dad asked."He's been talking to the nungungi over the mulga wire. He. I was fifty years of age, in a (late) mid-life crisis, holding down an extremely respectable job in the community. Visiting e****ts over the previous two years had started to bore me, though I still got a buzz when driving to meet a new one – what does she look like this woman whom I have never met before but within the next hour she will be naked in front of me and allowing me to shag her? To those of you who have never punted I recommend you try it. Anyway, I was in my office reading a copy. You'vemade me into a woman!"She cocks her head on one side. "Isn't that what you wanted?" No, yes. Of course, but..." Maybe you need more time to get used to the idea of being a woman,Beth. To look forward to those things that turn a girl into a woman?"The texture of my thigh feels suddenly different, I look and see my legsbared for all to see by a pair of very high cut, stonewashed denimshorts, I'm wearing opaque, black tights and flat brown ankle boots, theshape of my smaller breasts is shown.