Once her hands released his head and he backed away, she found another set of lips, soft and gentle and loving. Those lips and the tongue inside share... the tart semen. Breaking the kiss and smiling up at Mary, she whispered, "Thanks." My pleasure Pussycat," smiled Mary and returned to kissing."But you didn't ... Everyone else..."Surprised by her concern, Mary felt tempted to ask her why she treated Margie so selfishly but managed to resist it. "My lover will take care of me with lips and a nice. I wear pants and a shirt most days. Dresses and skirts are saved forspecial occasions - just like most women my age. Yes, there are times whenI want to be more feminine, but I'm a practical woman , and so end up incomfortable, durable clothes. And as for underwear, that's even morepractical, as the only person who will ever see them is me.It's not about attracting attention.My happiest moments during this transition have been when I've gone outand had no special attention paid to me. I was seen. I saw Annette had very hairy armpits and even though I thought it was kind of nasty, I couldn't help becoming fixated peeking at it. I could feel the arousal rise, but I hid hit well and I'm sure nobody noticed anything.When back home alone, I couldn't help thinking about my aunt Annette again. I began to stroke my dick and quickly I was just as excited as I had been on the beach. My aunt Annette was a volouptous lady in her late 40:s. I remember feeling a bit ashamed for thinking such naughty. Seconds later, a wonderfully aromatic cup of fresh coffee was treating my sense of smell.Try as I might, my thoughts continually went back to those times spent with Deanne when I was in Honolulu. The erection I was trying to get diminished only grew harder. Nearing the end of my coffee, and seeing the time, I picked up the newspaper to scan over it. I figured if anything would kill an erection, it would be the news!Surprisingly, the flight Deanne was on landed only ten minutes late. A mixture.