About six months ago I was out on a date with an old friend of mine. My daughter, Suzanne, was at home with two of her friends from the local college,...and she didn't expect me home until much later. I had no sooner arrived at my friends house than I got the worst headache ever. After about thirty minutes I realized that I would be no fun for the evening. I apologized to Tom and returned home. I came in the back door of my town house and was ready to tell Suzanne that I was home, when I heard. Ohhh fuckknaresh ander takkk…..haaaaa ander takkkkk…….ahhhhhhhhhh sale chodde mujhe aaj apne jaandaar lund se aahhhh puraa daal ….aaj is chut kachutha bana de …behn k lode……..jor se chod …jor se chod…….teri ma ne tujhe chodna nahi sikhaya kya ………naresh= le behnchod ki pura le tu aaj k baad lund lena bhul jayegi tu gasti ki bachimain = mere muh se sirf sssssss…………..hsssssss…. nikal rahatha 10min jabardast chudai k baad mera paani nikal gya tha jise nareshne apne ungliyo se uthakar pee liya tha. Under my hand was a perfectly ordinary arrangement of labia, inner andouter, with clitoris forming a pretty vulva. Beyond, inside, was thevagina Nina had thoroughly explored which led me to consider that at thehead of my vagina was a cervix, beyond that a womb and then after therequired lengths of tubing, ovaries that might once have been my balls.Having previously assumed that my best possible outcome was a surgicallycreated vagina, the notion of having been gifted a working set ofwoman's. She said, "You have fun beingScottie with all those women?" Scott said he did and said, "It gives me abreak I guess from being myself. It's kind of a hoot." Janice smiled andsaid, "Well, I need Scottie to be my assist for the next few weeks. Itcan't be Scott, it has to be a woman." Scott almost fell over. He triedto explain that it was fun to be Scottie just for a day or two. Janicereminded him that he was Scottie for over a week in Australia. Janicecontinued, "Now we can't use the name.