I got out, and dried off. I worked out how to wrap the towel around me"girl style" so it covered me from the breasts down, and returned to mybedroom. ... put on some clean panties, and then a bra. The bra tookseveral minutes but eventually I got it. Not wanting to be too "girly", Iput on pretty well the first tee shirt and jeans I found in my closet.I spent some time looking around the house. Everything seemed to bechanged to fit a female me. Even the photos in the old family albums. His hand caressed my arse a couple of times before he rolled them down my thighs, baring it completely. Before I could breathe again his hand landed hard across my right ass cheek making me squeal as the sharp sting reached my very core. With no delay, his hand landed again on my left asscheek, and so on… while my moans became whimpers and my whimpers became sobs. "You knew that coming here was a provocation, you knew I wouldn’t be able to resist the chance of finally having hold of you, of. There was a bit of silence between us so as we were walking the trails on the backside, I told Andi how when I was a kid there were lots of rumors about Lemon Park, including aligator stories, a man with no legs that used to swing from the trees scaring kids, and an old man that lived in the woods bewteen Lemon Park and Beaver lake. I told her the rumor was the old man would wander thru the woods with a shotgun and shoot at kids who came upon his land. I also told her there was rumored to be. Afterwards, I offered her a lift back in my 1958 Morris Minor. Her eyes lit up when she saw its classic lines. "Minors turn me on so much," she enthused. "When I see a Minor I just want to run my hands all over it." "Look, rape guy, I'll be blunt." She was always blunt, years working in the bear-pit of the city derivatives markets had made her hard-nosed and straight-talking. "It's my birthday on 29th February - I was going to invite these other losers to dinner at my place, but what do you say.