Then I thanked her for watching (I doubt she really understood), wiped my cock with a tissue and put it away. She said nothing, but looked away, now t...at I had finished. The bus arrived about 5 minutes later. I was apprehensive about getting on the bus with her, but thought it was probably safe enough. As a precaution, I did not get off at the bus stop closest to where I live, but a couple of bus stops before. I was also aware that she might not want me to see where she got off, which was. So pleasurable, in fact, that I, as most if not all of my friends and acquaintances, chose to make it a habit. Of course, when I use the word habit, there's a tendency to precede it with the word filthy, as in smoking or drinking to excess, but I definitely do not mean to use that adjective to the delightful custom of jerking off, spanking my monkey, choking my chicken, pulling my pud or whatever euphemism you might prefer.All it meant to me was that once my dick got hard, or once I started to. " "Then too, it may be you'd enjoy straight sex sometimes, theway you used to. Of course I mean this time as a woman, theirpricks fucking your vagina. And I'd love for you to have labia forme to stroke, and for your big clit to be remade into a cute littlebutton I can flick with my tongue. So you may well want another operation some day to complete the job. But that's up to you. Just give it some thought." I tried to think of something to say. Nothing came. "Ah, I see we're. My nipples are so large that they can clearly be seen through my padded bras. I often notice guys staring at my chest and my nipples get even harder. My long auburn hair goes to middle of my back and is usually in a pony tail. I have large green eyes and a few freckles on my face, revealing my Irish ancestry. I met my husband Steve while I was in college where we began dating in my first few days at college. He wasn’t my first sexual partner, but I was far from experienced. I had only had sex.