It made no sense. My sexual experiences have been enough to convince methat I should strike out on my own on this journey of life, and while Irespect ...hose that are "transitioning" I would tell you that I want noneof the idea that I need to become someone else. My story should explainjust what I think about my body, my sexuality, and my journey.For the first time, let me tell you about who I was when I was born. Myparents were normal everyday middle class Americans. They didn't molestme; they. They went into another bag and to be honest I forgot about them after I had left them on top of our closet. Worrying about Mom did have something to do with that. Now, with my finger in Mom's pussy and my tongue licking her clit, my wife sucking her tits and the noise she was making, now it was a whole new ball game.It was a whole new ball game for Lou as well. I watched my wife spread her legs to allow Mom's hand to get to her pussy, another small movement and bingo. A finger disappeared and. .. YOU relax. We all think you’re perfect and you touch us really well.” The other two, feeling better because of my expression of doubts, nodded in agreement with Lorelei.“Ok. I muttered. “Are we all ok now?”Jane and Sandy looked at each other and nodded to me. I knew Lorelei was fine. Then, throwing caution to the wind, I asked “Do you guys think we could maybe talk about stuff?”“What do you mean” said Sandy“Well, I mean ... you know ... how we feel about stuff we did ... did we like anything. And although she still had a reasonable figure and curves, she would always wear clothes that would never accentuate her largish, but still shapely ass.But now as I looked at her in our kitchen just a few feet away from me, it was a sight to behold for any big butt and full figured woman loving, red-blooded male!She was wearing light grey shorts and a low cut, pink blouse, and heels that were as high as I'd ever seen her wear, so that her legs and ass looked really sexy. I hadn't seen her in.