Although I never forgot that my time here was temporary, I give little thought about my previous male existence. I was a woman now, in body and mind. ...he following day, we left for a two-week honeymoon at Niagara Falls, the choice of newlyweds everywhere, at that time. Traveling by train in the 19th century was an adventure in discomfort compared to the travel in the late 20th century. We stopped overnight in Albany, New York, the first evening. Exiting the train station on Broadway, we took a. ”“Bree? Why are you doing a massage?”“It’s part of my training. Repeat. Trapezius.” She worked the big muscle across my shoulders and I muttered the word. It did feel good and she was digging her fingers in just right.“Rhomboid major,” she said as she moved down and under my shoulder blade.“Rhomboid major,” I repeated.“Deltoid.” Her hands moved outward across the top of my shoulder joint as I repeated the word. She moved down the back side of my shoulder.“Ow! What the hell was that?” I screamed. "Does it involve you and sex mum?"Karen laughed and Steven felt a shiver run up his spine, since they'd become lovers, her deliciously dirty giggle could have him erect in seconds and today was no exception!"Of course it does, silly!" In that case, I want to do it" Without even knowing what it is?" Will I like it?"That giggle again!"Oh yes."In that case, let's do it"The girl in the café was pleased to see them, she smiled broadly at them both and Steven was amazed when she beckoned his. She also introduced herself and we stood there for a few minutes chatting about the area and our background. With the sun beaming down on us it did little to hide the wonderful view of my wife. Her pink nipples and small b**sts were clearly visible through the slip along with a small triangular patch of pussy hair clearly visible too.After a few minutes we moved back to our chairs to resume our breakfast. My wife turned to me and said that she felt a little embarrassed by the fact that on her.