’ came the simple, calm, reply. ‘I’ll bet you don’t even know that he was giving his time a couple of days a week coaching a team, did you?’...Georgia just shook her head without saying anything. ‘In fact, you don’t know very much about your husband, because for all intents and purposes, you left him and your marriage over a year ago didn’t you?’ Anne’s voice was becoming harsher now, and it was she leaning forward over her desk, the aggression visible in her lovely green eyes. Georgia seem to. ”“I will,” I said.“Take off your shirt.”I did.“Kick off your shoes.”I did.“Take off your trousers and hold them out.”I did, hearing more noises than just my own clothes could make.“Now, your socks.”I did.“Your undershirt please.”I took it off and moved my hands to my waist band in anticipation.“No,” Ginny said tersely. She moved, but I couldn’t tell to where until I felt her hands on the legs of my boxers. “Stand completely still,” she whispered, enunciating each word slowly.I felt my shorts. “Yes! Now the second finger!” Her breathing was even more ragged as she started to push against me fingers. “Deeper, ugh! Faster! That’s it!”Like before she reached around handing me the conditioner, “use a lot I want you good and slippery. Now then fuck my ass, fuck it hard!”I started to pound away at her as the sound of wet flesh was all that could be heard for a while. Reaching around I started to gently rub her clit as she moaned more. “That’s it I want to cum hard for you make me cum!”Her. We made the introductions,danced, ate dinner, danced some more, then it happened. he and I walkedout on the balcony and he spun me around and kissed me. Not a peck,but a throat clearing kiss that left me trembling in excitement. Hisarm around my waist felt very nice, and I watched as he slowly kissedme again. I knew I would never be a boy again.The next morning I was wearing my skinny jeans and a top, just sittingat the kitchen table eating my toast when mom walked in. She waswearing slacks.