The gravestone read, “R.I.P. Isabella Gurnard. Beloved and loving wife of Harry Gurnard, Engineer.”Even in that beautiful churchyard and before h...s God, Gurnard could neither tell the truth, nor conceal his own self-importance.“Engineer!” Polly almost spat the word. “Should I move out of the house?”“No, please, no. You found Isabella, you gave me the chance to tell her story and there is now so much more to be done. She’d love to know we were there, loving as she would have loved.”Polly. More in confusion than in panic.He had breasts. And hips wider than his own. His whole body wasdifferent. It was if the ancients had punished him. Robbing him of hismaleness and giving him the body of a girl. It took a long time for himto calm down. Only one reason made him not spiral out of control. Theancients had punished him. Maybe he did something wrong. Offended them.There could be a way to appease them. Earn his old body back.As he slipped out of the bed his first steps were unsteady.. Sarah enjoyed when she was told what to do, and she eagerly moved to her knees, peeling off her shirt, having forgotten her bra when they hurriedly dressed to get to the bookstore. She then tugged David's shorts and boxer briefs down to his ankles, helping him to step out of them. David pulled his own shirt off as Sarah kissed along his hairy thigh, up to his heavy balls, then along his shaft, feeling the skin pulsing under her lips. She quickly, sloppily, sucked the head into her mouth and. I took my fuck buddy to the club a year later when she was visiting me. Back in the UK the idea of being bisexual started to play on my mind and I attended swingers meets where bi men attended and the woman present wanted to watch guys sucking (see pics at http://xhamster.com/photos/gallery/621686/swingers_meet.html) . After I became a bit braver I found a bi sexual club (for men only) in Leyton, East London and started to attend. The first time I went was just to see what it was like and all I.