Womanhoodwas not a blessing, it was a curse. It made you a victim, a target.Being a woman made you prey, and prey was fodder for predators.Since that ...ight at the club, Joe had not touched himself in any kind ofsexual manner and he had even thrown out his copious collection of men'sskin magazines. Sex was off the menu. It would only remind Joe that hewas the target, not the shooter, the prey, not the hunter. Even thethought of sex even with a woman now made him feel,..weak, bad, wrong,and. He let out a loud groan as he pumped my wife with hot cum for the second time, I thought he was never going to stop, my wife loved every minute of it,finally he stopped, my wife leaned forward to kiss him with the taste of my cum still in her mouth.I moved back to the end of the bed, I crouched down and saw my wife's pussy squeezing her boss's softening cock, he was still deep inside her.I watched as his hot cum trickled out of her worn out cunt, it ran over his smooth shaven balls and fell. There, I met a couple very well hung (but circumcised) guys who looked like they should be joining Marty in dressing. The phone interrupted the conversation and it was Marty telling the bartender to send me up to the room. Reluctantly, I parted with the couple, got their room number and headed back upstairs.Marty's transformation was astonishing. He, now a she had lost 20 years in age. Gently she shoved me down on the bed, turned on the music and began to dance for me. I was getting another. As if on cue, images of him pushing her forcefully against the lockers as he ripped her sodden panties off in a violent sexual rage filled her mind. ‘I need you to do all sorts of nasty things to me, Brad Wheeler,’ she muttered to no one in particular. ‘I need it now!’ Her fingers found their way back to her still-soaked crotch and to her sore nipples. Janine could only close her eyes and scream silently as her lust consumed her completely. ———- The need to be in school by the appointed time.