" So why does she do it now?" I ask as I point the camera lens at her now exposed sex."She can't stop herself." But her husband," I protest.And as Ang...e bares herself to me, as her triangle of trimmed pubic down comes into view, I smell her sex, her need. The lips of her vagina are already engorged with blood, a drop of moisture glistens at her gate."It's like she's fallen under his spell," the cute wife admits as she looks shyly up at me."Does the man have an erection?" Yes he does, and she. Of course, although his Mom wasn’t allowed to even look at other men, his Dad frequently brought women home to fuck. That’s what his Pops said he was doing. He brought them home to fuck. It wasn’t until he was twelve before he really understood what his Pops meant by fucking. That was when he’d had the sex-ed class in school.At first, he didn’t think it was fair his Dad could bone all those women and his Mom couldn’t even look at another man. His Pops had schooled him, though. Men needed to. I really liked serving atyour bridge games. But I love you and I don't want to do anything thatwould change our relationship -- our marriage. But do you love me?Would you love me if I were to transition to womanhood?"She thought a while and answered slowly and thoughtfully. "Yes John --Julie -- I would still love you but our marriage would obviously change.If you were a woman what about our sex life? Children? How would Ibecome pregnant after your change?" Yeah, there is no doubt that our. .."And she did, her wide green eyes locking on the colored screen in traumatic fascination as Mrs. Keele's totally naked body, spread open lewdly on a bed, composed the picture, her salaciously exposed genitals and hips writhing obscenely, as if in licentious anticipation before the unrecognizable man who back Jean could only partially see! He held a drink in his hand as he obviously ogled the beautiful, sensual nakedness before him... and then, she saw the raven-haired woman's lips move as her.