The dam floor creeked and she heard me, turned and looked right at me and said come here fuck head.Not me I just stood and stared at that big dick of ...ers glistening with cum and lube and left on the run, no way is she gonna use that on me.I went home and saw my wife and told her I didn't feel good and went to bed and tossed and couldn't sleep anyway.The phone rang and I could tell it was her mother the bitch and she asked for me.Hello I said, she started right in on me calling me a faggot. However often I sucked his cock in those three days, it was like I was coming to it again for the first time, that it was always this tremulous and exciting adventure. That certainly was what fuelled our constant fascination with each other--at no point did I ever get bored, at no point did the prospect of him sucking me or fucking me or vice versa ever feel rote. Each orgasm was its own little universe of ecstasy that only left us wanting more. Which is not to say we didn't strive for. But that she enjoyed my company and hopedto go out together again soon.A couple of weeks later another woman hit on me at one of Cheryl's parties.We went out together to a movie the next night. She was a little moreaggressive than Gloria and was into kissing and hugging on the first date.In a few months I knew a number of women my age, joined a bowling league,and went bicycling with a club. My confidence grew and so did my body. Myface was very feminine, my breasts were there but only an A cup.. For one thing, there was no media names that I could see. Then, it was time to face the lawyers. Sean: Saturday had been a special wake up. Sheila had climbed aboard and played cowgirl. Monday was more of a traditional fantasy. Sheila woke me with a blow job. It was so sweet, but I really had to pee. I came back and we made love. This time, Sheila put her leg on my shoulder, much like she had done the day before in the cloak room. She informed me it was called Splitting the Bamboo in the Kama.