I'd seen her smile before, but only from a distance. She was truly a beautiful woman."Yes, I said you were mature," she said. "Things got away from me...for awhile. Then when you and Suzette broke up, I assumed it was your fault. In my defense, no one stepped forward to tell me the truth until a couple of months ago."I've wanted to talk to you since then, but, well, I'm not very good at admitting I'm wrong. I was so worried when you two got so serious that Suzette would get hurt. I didn't stop to. If you don't like the way I refer to my body parts then don't read it. If you don't know what an FTM is, you should look it up before reading this story. Thanks and I hope you enjoy. I can feel the heat and the throbbing of my clit as it starts to swell. It's getting wet. I'm horny again. That's nothing new, I'm always horny thanks to the testosterone. But the feeling is overwhelming now, I need to do something about it. I excuse myself to the washroom. I barely get the door locked before I'm. The skin was sosmooth and silky. I ran my finger tips over one of her nipples andnoticed it swelling and growing hard. I guess she must have felt some-thing because she stirred. I almost shit myself, flicked the cover down and ran back tomy room. I lay there waiting for the reaction but strangely there wasnone. I crept back through to see her fast asleep on her back. Pluck-ing up my courage (aided by my aching erection) I rolled back thecovers again to reveal both her tits and gently started. Bradley told me to join them in the drawing room for brandy, and myself and Felicity followed the men into a sumptuous, more masculine room in brown leathers and deep red colour scheme. The walls had pictures of various tennis matches and the mantelpiece of a large roaring fire was full of tennis trophies. Bradley spotted me looking, “My beautiful wife and I are not just a successful pairing in marriage but were also tennis champions, and indeed now successful in business,” he laughed. I.