He took this opportunity to fondle one of her breasts, but my wife didn’t object in the slightest.The thought that the two men could turn around at ...ny moment and see my wife being fondled by this complete stranger was fantastic, and had me rock hard. My wife was gripping my hand as the man cupped and stroked her bare breasts, he obviously couldn’t believe his luck and I watched him move his hands off over the pert little mounds. He took her hand and placed it on his waiting erection (I hadn’t. In truth I couldn't see myself as a man any more butthere are some treasured possessions that you would hold on to and otherpossessions that if you thought about it you didn't really treasure butyou just didn't get round to throwing away, my penis was the latter.Maybe I just felt that I would be no more acceptable to the Terfs of ourtown as a trans woman than I was as a transvestite but was that really areason not to have the operation?In Kismet you got to hear all the gossip of our. There was a huge mirror behind the bar and I could see myself in it. Myjacket was not covering me enough. The edges of my panties were visible andthere was nothing I could do about it or I'd exposing myself in the front.The server, a cute blond in her early twenties, showed up with a smile."Steph will have a Long Island Ice Tea and I'll have an ice water. I'mdriving."After the server returned with our drinks and left, Jena asked, "Are youenjoying this? Are enjoying being a sexy vixen in a bar. The dick in his hand twitched a second time.His friend sighed. The sigh had been quiet enough for Nathan to believe that he had been the only one to have heard it. However, when he turned his head, he saw the boy, who had been watching them, raise his eyebrows. It wasn’t quite a look of astonishment so much as a look of philosophic enlightenment as if he was just now coming to the realization that a boy of only sixteen could sigh quite like how Nathan had made his friend sigh. The other boy.