A Silky airy dress hid my sexy figure and the letterbox cover hid even my heavily made up eyes.I could not wait to go out in public in it with my sexy...gear underneath.The following morning I placed the stuff in my leather LV bag and headed off to the playroom to use and abuse a punter. I whipped his bare pink arse with extra vigour as he whimpered and begged me to let him cum.I didn’t rush, I prolonged his agony and humiliation then allowed him to crawl over and pick up the strap on I was going. "I don't get many male compliments these days." Reclusing?" Sybil asked, her long, false eyelashes lifting and falling over her hazel eyes."War widow. Suppose you know what that's like. Were you in the service, Bob? Marines?" Army," Bob said setting his drink down."Ohhh," Gwen sighed, disappointed."Oh, I know how you Marine wives are. Your men are the toughest, meanest, best-trained in the world. And I agree. I made a mistake. Should have walked across the hall to the Marines instead of the. .."Tess continued to give Owen precise instructions. I knew very well whatshe liked from behind; her adorable, tight rear was a delight and Ifondled and kissed it before I started in earnest. She liked to beteased, long slow licks all around, down her crack but not right on herhole, at least not yet. Lots of teasing, rubbing and saliva, the wholearea soaking wet, and then slow, languorous penetration, first by mytongue then fingers and thumbs. Slow, sensual, loving, until she reallyneeded it. A couple, arm in arm. The woman glancing at me as they passed. What did it mean to be a woman? The physical differences were obvious. This long hair. Why do I have long hair, I mean, why do women weartheir hair longer than men. I'd had long hair once but lately it hadbeen receding from my forehead. But this moment, my hairline is low,strong, full. I have thick hair. This barrette, pulling my hair back. I still sense the oddness of these hips. I feel like my torso issitting in this.