Me and young Ben did most of our playing with each other in my bedroom, my mother told me a few weeks later that she had spied on us, as in, me & Ben,...she said she had seen us doing very naughty things to one another in the supposed privacy of my own bedroom, because the door to my bedroom never ever fully closed and she could stand by the outside of my part closed bedroom door and observe most of my room and bed from outside, and that she had got so very excited watching what we were doing to. Or more properly, I might call it a familiar feeling. My feet were too close to the foot of the bed. I didn't feel my hair brushing against my shoulders anymore. That pleasant new weight on my chest, that I had gotten used to so quickly, was gone. And between my legs, something that I thought I would never see or feel again, was back. "NOOOOOO!" I cried out. I had changed back to my old male self, but why? The mirror soon confirmed the terrible evidence my hands had discovered. Soon, I was. Weekends were spent sleeping trying to recover from the punishing schedule. I always enjoyed travelling and exploring but this assignment made it difficult to explore the city.After finishing work in office we would head for the hotel and after grabbing a quick bite we would start working late into the night. Weekends were spent sleeping trying to recover from the punishing schedule. I always enjoyed travelling and exploring but this assignment made it difficult to explore the city.My colleague. So let me tell you what I saw last time.About 6:00 a lady we had never met before, that was new to swinging, arrived at the hotel. We chatted and she had told us her hubby was sick and died about a year ago and she hadn't had sex in over 16 months. She went on to say she had been masturbating frequently for the last 6 months and was fantasizing about being with a black man and women in a 3sum, although she had only had one on one sex with white men. She said she met a black woman in our friends.