Memories of a boyhood seemedto have faded away.Looked at it that way, an adult life as a man seemed impossible. Nowit was.Now I could have sex with M...tt. We both wanted it. It wasexquisite. We were a perfect fit. After all, my internal anatomywas made just for him.The kids knew about us too ? at least Lauren and Peta understood whatwe were up to. We did it often enough. For Miles and Chet they onlyknew that we now held hands and cuddled. I was their mother now.Sure, I was "Ellie" not. "Are you up," he asked."Oh yes, and it gorgeous up here. I may never come down," I said."Sure you will. You may not so so willing, but you are coming down," he said."Yeah, I'm going to do a few touch and goes, then I'll land it," I said."Be careful and tell me when you are through playing," he said."Yes daddy dear," I said with a laugh. I went in for landings and pulled up again several times. By the fifth time I had a real good feel for putting the bird on the ground. When I went in to land it. He kept rubbing and pushing on my hole area till I felt something funny inside. My heart started beating hard, and my little dick stood straight out. He left his finger there for a minute, then started pushing in and out. My head was spinning,my heart pounding, and my butt hole tingling. "How does that feel" he asked. " I feels funny" I said" it feels good but hurts at the same time". He smiled"want me to stop"? No I said. " can you keep doing it please"I said panting. He kissed my cheek," of. I even wrote a thing on the wall about a woman sucking cocks in the center stall! The word is getting around about the female cocksucker who frequents the washroom and she goes there almost daily now, and it is strange, but when I get home from work, she often blows me too, maybe from guilt at doing all those other guys.I was in there again last week and the stalls were filled and I had to wait my turn. I could hear movement this time. A thumping sound. A guy came out and I ducked into the.