As we worked I began to feel astronger bond with Claire, closer than before, maybe like sisterswould have, and I liked it. I also liked the way I look...d. It wasn'tas if there was some huge revelation, dressing as a girl had been aprank that went awry, and while I didn't mind, I had come to feelvery comfortable as a girl, especially when I saw my naked self inthe mirror. Claire even mentioned that I was beginning to act like agirl, all without any instructions. It's strange how a person canadapt. But it doesn’t mean I’m going to try anything.”“Naughty boy. If dogs doing it turn you on, you must be a pervert.”Danny thought to protest, but saw the mischievous twinkle in Wendy’s eyes. Instead he said, “Here’s an analogy problem for you. Dog vagina is to dog penis the way girl vagina is to...”“Huh,” said Wendy, seemingly deep in thought. “Zucchini?”They both laughed. Wendy took Danny’s hand and they kept walking.“A mushroom? A baseball bat? A locomotive? How about a needle?”Danny didn’t say. She wanted to meet someone to help experience her wants, needs and desires, but that someone had to understand she would only be home occasionally, and then not for long periods of time. After reading her ad, I responded thinking this was an opportunity that may be to good to be true. As a widower, I lived alone, could host, and was not looking for a long-term relationship. A semi-regular relationship with sexual benefits would be perfect. There was one problem I have ED issues resulting from. "You have such perfect legs," she softly said as she ran her fingertips over the redhead's freshly shaven calves. "Of course, they're simply a small part of a rather perfect whole," She looked up into Devan's eyes after speaking, but lingered just long enough on the redhead's sex and breasts as she glanced upward to let the younger woman notice. She then smiled and returned to her task without further comment.Devan had indeed noticed the glance, and felt her body responding to it. What is wrong.