I was dressed casually, in tight white figure hugging pants,white stiletto ankle boots and a close fitting top that showed off myfigure and especially...my new boobs, which I was getting to like,especially the effect they had on men. I really loved it when they begana conversation talking to my chest, and loved making them squirm whenthey realised that I knew exactly what they were thinking.Anne was in full PA mode, wearing a dark pencil skirt suit and carrying aclipboard."What do you need that. I sucked, ate, fucked, played tennis, fucked, snorkeled, sucked, ate, fucked, sucked, swam, sucked, fucked and generally had a quiet day.Jhon had come - like all the toothpaste being push out of a tube at once - just before I'd called it a night. He'd managed about seven hours; a personal best. He'd been soft all through breakfast, but started to firm up about mid-morning and by lunch, he was beating his meat again and shocked at how fast he'd gotten up.Jhon joined us for dinner - where for. I now hadn't gotten laid in eleven days.Now wasn't the time. Someday, Adrienne would tell me when she was ready. But right now, she was too torn apart emotionally to ever be in the mood for sex, even the therapeutic kind of making love I really wanted to show her. Make-up sex to get over a fight or to reaffirm our commitment to each other was one thing. Sex after a death was a little more morbid.So taking a deep breath, I pulled my eyes away from Adrienne's ass and headed for the door. I peeked. If I could remove these things, Caitlyn would havedisappeared a long time ago. Instead I'm stuck with these implants 24/7.Strangely, they no longer feel foreign to me as they once did.Reluctantly, I've come to accept them as part of my own body. Enoughabout that though, it's time to get back to my bath.I close my eyes once again as I gently slide my finger into theprosthetic. I instantly begin to tremble in reaction to the touch. Thistime my fantasy is a little different. Instead of.