For a week, I awaited her letter, terrified I'd admitted too much, andyet even more excited about her response.Finally, her letter arrived.After a pag... about what she'd been up to, I finally read her response tomy request.It was a half-page, lifeless 'Mrs. Doubtfire' knock off, the leastexciting thing I'd ever read. God, I was disappointed. But clearly theidea didn't interest her, so I moved on.But that was the first time I ever let slip my desire to be feminized,and I wish it had been more. ’ And we went inside, and we normally talked as no one would get doubt. But I don’t stare at women publicly. I respect their privacy.We both went inside, and she offered me some soft drinks. We were talking casually about life and other stuff. Then suddenly, I moved my hands on her thighs and tried to massage it gently. Then she grabbed me and gave deep french smooch.I removed her saree and started massaging around her tits and shoulder. Then slowly started sucking her tits. OMG! it was like. .. and don’t try and tell me you didn’t ... I know better ... unless you’re 75 and nearly blind.But ... there are a few words that can make the obvious indication shrink, like... “If that thing touches me ... I have a sharp knife ... and I’m not afraid to use it.” Or... “I thought they were bigger.” Or... “Isn’t that supposed to get hard? It is?” and then giggles ... or belly laughs.All she said was, “I need my sleep and my bed doesn’t smell right.” She rolled over ... taking the covers ... and. As I became more awake and gathered more energy I sought out myclothes strewn on the floor, got dressed and went in search of my wife.It didn't take long to find either my wife or our host as I heardconversation and soft laughter coming from the kitchen. As I entered Isaw the two of them sitting around his breakfast nook eating some toastand drinking coffee. As I walked over, my wife held out her handcontaining two aspirin, saying, "I think you'll need some of this too." Inodded in agreement.