By the wall. Cleanly cut off. It was a bizarre scene and the police had no leads. Despite living in an apartment, we were actually pretty well off, an... we had a number of things any robbers could have stolen. But they were all there. The gruesome murder had been done on purpose.And now I was being raped. And inseminated. I could hear the dean moaning, unloading his hot semen inside of me. He didn't even care about protection. What a horrible man...but I felt worse...because I could feel my body. Janice readily agreed to try and she would approach Ellen while I laid the groundwork with Ted. But before we were going to take this step we made an appointment with a leading doctor specializing in sexual disorders. After a battery of tests it was determined that Janice had FHSDD. That stood for Female Hyperactive Sexual Desire Disorder. This was a fancy way to say the Janice had a constant desire and need for sexual activity. We could not pinpoint the cause so the doctor wanted to try some. Fascinated. Talk about making the best of one’s assets. Although attractive, she also had what I call a wow factor. She was about 60, standing five four, with a very curvy and generous size 18 encased in a respectable blouse and clinging black stretch trouser that hugged and slit up her vulva that was obviously ready for action. “Before we start Robert, I would like clarify a few things. As you will have noticed we may getting on in life but we are far from gaga. Each of us, single. Sofia hadappreciated his hot sperm shot up her ass. It made her feel attractive asa woman. It made things seem real.As the months continued, My body became utterly feminine. The surgicalembellishments had come into contact with the civil municipality's takeon reality. Sofia needed an id card. It was with the individual that wastasked with my case. Sofia became a reality when Hector from the motorvehicles department liked my smile, flirted with me, and laminated myidentity card.For an extended.