I depilated all my body hair, applied a fake tan and had painted my toe nails. I was five six, five nine in my stilettos, nine stone and for the first...time in my life I was going to be a woman, I applied a thin veneer of foundation, lipstick and mascara and paraded myself shamelessly in front of the full-length mirror, my tiny cock and balls free of any hair, my nipples erect and sensitive. My long tanned lightly muscled legs balanced on the heels as a tribute to the movie stars. I wore a. )You think eye contact is an act of aggressionORYou can retire to Minnesota where...You only have three spices: salt, pepper and ketchup.Halloween costumes have to fit over parkas.You have seventeen recipes for casserole.Sexy lingerie is anything flannel with less than eight buttons.The four seasons are: almost winter, winter, still winter, and road repair.The highest level of criticism is “He is different,” “She is different,” or “It was different!”ORYou can retire to The Deep South. Manny wouldn’t do that, would he? Besides, it’s not like I’m completely dependent on him. I handled yesterday pretty well. Ouch ... too hot. Okay, that’s better. Now where’s that soap? Ahh ... there it is. She quietly started to lather her body, wondering what her father so badly wanted to ask the night before.“Oooh ... no, I don’t have the time right now” she exclaimed as her soapy hands made their way down her breasts. “Besides, I’ll have more than enough orgasms today.” Sweetheart, are you. Walking on the footpath that circumnavigated the lake. I pressed the little red button on the camera. She sat on the bench, right where I knew she would. She unscrewed the lid of the water bottle she was carrying. As she took a long drink from it, I zoomed the camera in for a close up of her pretty face. She closed her lips around the neck of the bottle. As I watched her drink, I imagined that it was my knob between her lips. A small trickle of water ran from her mouth, just like my cum would.