You slowly start to soap up my chest, taking time to tease my nipples until they harden. You move down to my abdomen causing my muscles to tense from ...our delicate touch. Then you drop down on to your knees and slowly start to soap up my thighs, every so often letting the back of your hand brush against my scrotum. You ask me to turn around and you soap up the back of my thighs. You soap up my buttocks then set the soap down for a moment. You gently caress my buttocks for a while sending me. As always she dressed in a way that perfectly masked the fact she was a sexual goddess. I don't even know where one finds clothes that dowdy except perhaps an Amish gift shop. Since we were hiding in plain site, we mostly spoke at work via email. In fact, women who noticed I was nice to the woman nobody socialized with thought I was some kind of saint. Kind of ironic. Whenever the opportunity presented itself, we would have a stolen moment or two like a quick kiss or feel. Her husband was very. They were shocked at the acceptance and love they received. During their 20s and 30s this was unheard of. It was a blessing beyond compare. Their biological family ties had been severed. They only had each other. “I played my part,” Jackie grinned.“We all did, muh-vah!”“You’re right.”“So, when are you gonna open that thang up again?”“What,” Mel acted incredulous.“Stop actin’ chile! You ain’t had no action in a minute.”“I’ve been busy.”“Whatever!”They finished their meals.Alene was at work. .. I'm not used to this stuff, ok, but... damnit, Paul, whydidn't you tell me you wanted to become a girl. I could have been moreprepared." I don't," Paul whispered."You don't, what?" I don't want to become a girl. I want to be a guy, but..." But, what, Paul. Can you help me to get my head around this?"Paul shook his head. "No. How can I help you get your head around it whenI can't get my head own around it? I just want to be me, but I don't knowwho I am or how I should be or look or.