That was a very difficult question. Some things wereobvious, but were they truly associated with being a woman? "I don'tlike being weak. I don't li...e being looked at. I don't like the wayI'm considered. Put together, they scare me."Mrs Milner smiled. "Every other woman in the world is in that position,but they don't all want to become men. Some lift weights and learnmartial arts. Some hide their beauty. Some take on men at their owngame, be it sport, or business. Some embrace the. One "older guy" (about 18) had been k**ding around with me for sometime about rolling and horsing around with friends by wrestling with them and knocking each other to the ground. At that age, I never even gave it a second thought, but was reminded of it every time I saw him.One day he asked me to go in the woods to try and help him get some leaves and edible brush for his guinea pig. I thought nothing of it and followed him in until he sat on a rock several hundred yards in. He started talking. She deliberately looked away as though to say she were still making up her mind. "My friends tell me you're worth it, every penny." She strutted around behind him, tracing one finger over one shoulder and across his back to the other, pausing behind him just long enough that he cast a glance of his own at her. "We'll see about that." She commented, gently squeezing his bottom as though it were fruit, and just as casually. Nodding distractedly she walked back around the table, flaunting. She opened up to him like she had never opened up to her husband. It was so right because this young stud knew exactly what he wanted and he took it without a single thought of stopping. Of course, Gertie had no inclination to stop him from degrading her flesh and her pretense of common decency. She just grunted and groaned like all the other girls he had speared with his long, thick cock and in the end, she was spouting gibberish in her inescapable orgasm that changed her into silly putty in.