What was he thinking? He then told me that he thought our relationship was going to take a big step forward. I continued to look at him blankly. What ...as his thinking? He then told me that he would very much enjoy me making love with Peter and Paul, and himself. I guess I should haves seen that coming, based upon the past twenty four hours of conversation, but it still hit me hard. My husband wanted to make love to me with two other men present and evidently involved. I had to admit that. ”“Starting early like us,” Cheryl nodded. “As mature as Ronnie is, and obviously all her experience with our kids, I’m not worried about that. What about Lynn?”“Apparently she’s okay with it, although she might be the least likely to take interest in raising the child.”“I imagine dealing with her own problems,” Cheryl agreed. “Growing up with the gender confusion, finding her identity and embracing it, there’s a lot of focus on the self.”“And depression,” Joe nodded. “Bob said she’d been. “You’ve got a ways to go before you can pull off senility, babe.” “Who are you again? Where am I...who are you?” I asked with a straight face. “Oh god, grow up!” she giggled, and then turned serious, “It looks like I gotta fuck some sense back into you. Get off.” I did as I was told, rolling off of her and eagerly looking back at her. She snorted, sitting up and then throwing a leg over my waist. She made it look so damn easy, not that I especially wanted to trade places with her but. She has followed my direction on this journal and I think what she’s written gives a partial but clear picture of what she became and how it happened to her. Now she is gone and it is time to publish this; to share it with everyone either of us have known, friends, relatives, everyone; to post it for the whole world to read. Eventually the videos and pictures I took to record her progress will be available as well, but first the story.At a point I had to take over the journal, since she was no.