’ ‘I know.’ she whispered. ‘But I’m glad it turned out like this.’ She heard him sigh at the other end. ‘I can’t thank fate enough fo... letting me meet you..’ ‘Have you eaten yet?’ ‘I made a simple omelette today.’ he said softly. ‘It’s weird to eat on my own now without you.’ ‘Just make sure you eat well. And have a good breakfast to please Roseanne.’ He smiled. ‘If I neglected that she’d give me a good scolding.’ She stared up in silence for a moment. ‘I want you next to me..’ ‘I want you in. Aspects of the bedtime routine I observed religiously changed when I began to consider challenging my mother's authority. The rubbing on the bed got slower, allowing me the time to build my first fantasy. The images changed to her touching me, bathing me, holding my center. The fantasy made 'The Itch' bigger, more pleasurable, more draining.Like with everything else, my mother was the heart of my burgeoning sexual awareness. I do not know where we would have gone if I had continued down that. If I acquire a kindred spirit, be they male or female, all the better. I'm going to instal a steam room and sauna, a small multi-gym, and have taken advice on diet, cut down the drinking and looked into way and means of ‘feminising’ myself in a subtle way. In no way do I wish to trans. I don’t want boobs, I don’t want to lose my cock, I don’t want to lose my sex drive. I wish to enjoy having an open mind on matters sexual once again and indulge myself. I wish to dress as I please. I do not. We used to have phone sex and sheUsed to cum by fingering herself. Both of us were getting out of control & badly wanted to have each other. I wentTo india for 10 days leave to attend a marriage function. I went to meet her inHer house and she was surprised. We talked for sometime & i met her parents andTold that i was her classmate. E used to talk on phone daily & one day she said that her parents had gone toMeet some relatives and she is alone. I told her that i will come, but she saidNo as.