"I might say that I didn't want to wait that long orthat I didn't want to be in a position of picking up the pieces. If youdid fall for me after you g...t over your depression, I'd feel like yourleftovers. I'd always be second best in your mind." Is that why you came here tonight, Richard?" I asked gently. Then Ijust had to smile, believing I understood. "Are you're staking yourclaim to me? Goddess. I feel like one of those ladies at a medievaltourney. Shouldn't I be giving you a scarf or. I stopped kissing and stood there looking over her very young tight body. I reached out and touched her breast. Squeezing it gently before finding her hard nipple and gave it a gentle tweak. I ran my hand down her side along with the other one and took hold of her skirt and pulled then up hard and swift. Her skirt was around her waist and she was sat there exposed in her little black panties. I took a old of both her legs and walked around the desk spinning her around 180. I let go and she was. And she loved it! It was great to play the part so perfectly.She'd been right to immerse herself in it. Strutting about like a woman ina man's body had been a waste of the whole experience. Now she was lovingevery second.It made her wonder what it would be like going back into her body. Wouldshe retain her clodhopper accent for a day or two and still walk like aman? That would be hilarious!But it would go soon enough if she just kept telling herself she was Annagain. There was no risk of. It didn't seem worthwhile being with a man who travelled endlessly on business and worked the most horrendous hours in his pursuit of a partnership with one of the world's leading law firms. I became disillusioned and bitter that Richard wanted to work or travel rather than be with me and that doing a deal seemed far more important to him than fucking his wife. Our sex life all but disappeared. That was part because he was 'never' at home, but also because when he was we almost constantly.