It was a bit theatrical but effective in lasting memory. His only concern was the fact that some other player had confused the scene with the insertio... of the chef's knife into the already dead body making it appear as a homicide right at the outset. His careful planning went to naught and it infuriated to the point that he broke a perfectly good ceramic plate of some considerable value to his host.Now he was informed this meddling western woman was requesting an audience with him ostensibly. Andy was gorgeous: young, fit, and very good-looking. We had a few drinks in a local bar, and it soon became clear to Andy just what we were there for.I'd dressed just as Terry wanted, a blouse with no bra, short skirt and stockings, no knickers and high-heeled shoes.In the bar, Andy soon had his hand running up and down my leg, and I could see that Terry was becoming more and more excited.So, we made our way to the car park, where Terry had parked his work van in a secluded corner. Terry sat. I made a mental note to mark in my journal that my general dislike of living as a girl had shifted more into being confused as to why I didn’t hate it anymore.I met up with Leslie right after work, and she had looked up a salon on her phone already. The place was within walking distance, so we decided to go straight there. If felt good to talk to someone that just took me for me. She didn’t know about my past and only saw me as a girl. I couldn’t help but think I was somehow dishonest by not. I took my time in the shower, not wanting to go back outside with my stiff cock still at attention. I kept picturing her red bra and panties. Maybe if I turned the water to cold that would help. After I toweled off, I slipped on the swim trunks, red of course, and walked back outside. There by the pool was Mrs. B. completely naked, legs wide apart and arms stretching for the clouds. Slowly she bent over in a Jack LaLayne pose and held that posture for about ten full seconds. When she lifted.