We flew, not drove, rented a car at the airport, stayed and ate in the Disney Hotel and took the monorail to and from the park. The trip reflected our...economic rise upward.With freedom from breastfeeding, diaper changing, midnight baby cry awakening via "the pill", my seminal sexual yearnings re-emerged. First, it was a new dress or lingerie, then a special dinner with wine, then dancing, and best, with all these ending on our marriage bed.Our sex, while vanilla, was again satisfying and. I was still stunned and mesmerised by her appearance."I am here under orders of my Mistress to carry out certain tasks which involve you"."Do you like the way she has changed my appearance and dress sense"? "I am now always dressed as minimally as possible for her pleasure.- Light tops so my big Tits and prominent Nipples are always apparent. Absolutely NO knickers so that my now fully shaved bare Cunt is easily accessible to her and whoever she chooses"."All I could think of was, " You look. And while girly girlswere beautiful, appealing in so many ways, in attempting to connect withthem there had been something that just didn't feel right, that failed tofulfill her. The perfect match for Candice had seemed to be someone whodidn't exist, a female with an underlying core of male traits that wouldbe there but wouldn't assert themselves.Sitting there in the back row of that church basement it was bizarre howmuch she related to Candice's teen years. She hadn't actually triedsleeping. Our arms and legs and hands and feet tangled everywhere as if we were discovering each other for the first time. As if he were asking for permission, he got up, lifted my legs straight up, and said, ‘I have to have you.’ He slid into me slowly and I felt his wanting cock pierce into me as if I were a virgin. His strokes inside of me were long and languid as if he was aware of every slick contour inside of me. My fingers didn’t dig into his skin like they usually did, but my fingertips tousled.