She had been grinning all day long and wouldn’t say a word about her weekend. She was very interested, though, to know about my discoveries. She’d...boxed everything in Georgia’s bedroom and planned to supervise the first Goodwill pickup in the afternoon.I spent the morning watching dirty movies. Georgia had a collection of DVDs, not just the ones in the safe deposit box. I discovered them behind a false panel in her desk drawer. I’d packed up most of her office and was pulling out drawers to. Someone that wants and chooses to be a woman over aman. The way you look so sexy, the fact that you have breasts... takehormones and really want to please a man... please forgive me."He takes his hands off my shoulders and steps back away from me towardsthe door."I'm only a part time cross-dresser I don't have real breasts. I don'ttake hormones. This is all an illusion. I've been dealing with cross-dressing all my life"We continue our conversation in the mirror as he says."Well you certainly. .and he knew it from the moment he walked in the door from work. Actually, he should have known well before that because at lunch time, I decided to use my vibrator to get myself in the mood for a night of hot sex with my husband and I had sent him several texts letting him know what I was doing. They were something like this: Me: Want to know what I am doing?Him: Sure...tell me Me: I have the big, thick blue vibrator out from our special box and am putting it to good use. Him: Really....tell. Full from a three douche bag enema of a peculiar kind, but an enema all the same which was bound to have the same explosive assured results no matter how hard Emma tried not to rid herself of the Enema.“I need to go. Take me potty,” Hermione begged the motherly wench in the long bell-shaped purple dress. But, it wasn’t to be as nature won out and a loud blast of air on a cushion of farts as the coed’s anus spasms propelled cannon-balls out of her likely brown-hair wreathed asshole then landed.