I reach his cock and wash his already rock hard penis. He inhales deeply as he lets my fingers wash him. Then he returns the favor by washing me. Marc...s shampoos my hair and rinses it, then very slowly he starts to wash my breasts while bending down to kiss me He turns me around and washes my back and then with a face towel he washes my pussy. Looking deep into my eyes, my lover guides the damp cloth over my yielding vulva. He knows how aroused I am. Starting to kiss me once more, he pushes me. I stood up, and pulled him to his feet before I undid the button and fly of his jeans and slid them and his underwear to the floor. "Sit down", I commanded softly. He complied. I leaned down and kissed him again, then slowly worked my way down his chest, stopping briefly to play with his nipples with my tongue. I continued down his chest and over his belly until I got to his cock. His beautiful, glorious cock. He grabbed a pillow and put it under his head, so he could watch me. I looked up at. .in...uh...hiking..." (Oh, god!) "but, I, ah, I know a really neat trail, kind of off the map, sort of, and if you're new to the...uh...area, you might want to, these mountains are really pretty, looking down on the desert and everything, and you know, you might want to take a hike one day. Just an idea." That sounds nice," he said. And I just about swooned. I decided to press my luck a mile or two past good sense. "How about tomorrow? I mean, if you're not, you know, busy or anything." Now I. It was full of memories for me; allthe hours Jo and Sue had spent teaching me to be a woman. The fun, thefriendship, the embarrassment, the laughs.Jo lead me to the same mirror I had stood before my first day on thejob.Standing behind me, Jo said, "Shirley. What do you see?"I was more beautiful now than I was four years ago. More graceful, morerefined, real breasts with real cleavage instead of batting."I see a beautiful woman," I answered, sadness in my eyes instead ofthe sparkle and coy smile.