She thought about the times she had tried to get her husband to go down on her, but he always refused.Todd was now kissing the insides of her thigh, w...rking up to her cunt. Just as he approached her golden twat he stopped. She heard him ask "Do you want me to lick your pussy, or do you want me to stop?" She couldn't answer, although more than anything, she wanted this man to continue. She wanted him to eat her. "Tell me," he said "Shall I continue, do you want me to eat you?" He said this as he. Mostly it was just one, sometimes two and a few with more, looked like dear old granny was quite a woman way back then.I couldn't believe it, half of me wanted to believe it was some other young woman in the pictures but there was no doubt for I had found her wedding pictures just the other day and I compared. I wondered if any other family members knew about her earlier wilder life.Back to the suitcase and at the bottom were two large film cans containing 8mm black and white film. I knew what. Our masters brought us to a drop off place and left us there to find our own way home. I said to Diane that I when I get home I am going to fill the tub, have a glass of wine and relax. I took a chance and said if she wanted to join me she was more than welcome - she said sure.This next paragraph is how my prior post ended:We got to my place and while the tub was filling I poured us a glass of wine. I put some fragrant bubble bath which created nice soft water with a great fragrance. We both. My feet were wobbly as I tried to balance. This must be dream, I thought. But it didn't feel like any dream that I had ever had before.I managed to slowly make my way to the dressing table and looked at myself in the mirror. But it wasn't me, or at least not the me that I expected to see. I was expecting to see an image of myself in a floor length dress. But instead of the carrot topped, gangly, male image that usually stared back at me, I saw a pretty, no, beautiful, petite brunette with long.