Nothing ever really brought me joy,and I didn't only see the glass as half empty, I saw that it was about tobreak and make a mess.I guess Calvin got h...s idea when his computer broke down. He had a majorproposal to write so I let him use mine. Evidently he looked through myinternet history and saw that I visited those places. Websites and blogsand Facebook pages and twitter accounts all full of the same fantasy. Ofmen getting changed into women. Like my mood, my fantasies tended to bedark. . I was a bit surprised as no one in our society plays football but still I went to her to ask that where are the footballs, just then she was showing a bit of cleavage and I just kept staring and imagined how big the boobs must be and started to get a hard on so I just removed that thought as I was standing in front of her.Then she told me that the footballs are in the other balcony so I went to take it but there were none. So I came back & said that there were no footballs and more of her. At some point in this madness, and possibly sensing no end to it, my husband told me at last that his love for me was gone entirely. That he was no longer attracted to me. That he felt resentful toward me. That I had changed too much. After a week of constant crying, of self harming for the first time in years, of sleeping on a palette of piled sheets and blankets in the nursery next to my baby’s crib, he came to me. He said he’d been wrong. He said he never meant a word, that he just needed to. ’ The bar was lifted and I was permitted to finger her. My hand encountered what felt like nine inches of glorious muff before my fingers reached her already creamy slit. So I’m playing with her lips, clit and stroking her pubic hair and while I’m doing this I’m getting so truned on by this pussy and bush that I’m making sounds like ‘Mmmmmm,’ ‘ohhhhhh.’ She responds with, ‘You’re getting pretty excited and slides her hand down my pants to discover my fully erect cock. To aid her stroking I take.