With one hand on her back to hold her there, I raised the back of her nightgown. She lay there quietly, then Jenny grimaced as I entered her, " Oh god.....it's so big ...so big," She whimpers when I push my bulbous, purple cock head deeper inside her. Oblivious to her whimpers, I held her hips thrusting into her, my long thick cock filling every inch of her again. Faster and deeper, deeper and harder until my testicles begin to pull tight against her body. Jenny can do nothing but feel excited. Although Warren and I were grown men, there was still a certain hazing of apprentices, we got the shit jobs. That soon changed for us both, as we proved to be valuable employees, and could carry our weight.When we went on a job, Alvin would be explaining the plan while we apprentices strung out drop cords, unloaded material, etc. One of us would listen carefully, and when the conference broke up, we would go to Alvin and tell him our ideas of what we shoud do on the job. Of course, it was. She didn’t particularly emphasise still feeling queasy but knowing her well enough, it was probably the case as she normally hides stuff like that quite well.Her traipsing around in sleep shorts didn’t do my case any good either. Look, she is weeks away from fifty and she’s still got it. Slightly greying, she still looks thirty-five, a bit of extra around the hips but still a looker in many ways. She’s not very sexual, not like me, (hell, I am halfway through my fifties and not slowing down. I have also had a number of lovely encounters with other TVs and male admirers. You can read my 'True Stories' when I post them on this site.It constantly amazes me when I read so-called autobiographical stories about some guy who suddenly decides to crossdress or is forced to dress as a woman, and with no previous experience or preparation suddenly transforms from hairy man into a sexy stunning woman.I have written the story below as a tongue in cheek dig at these stories.I apologise to those.