His trousers were tucked into the boots at the knee, and I could tell from the stiff way he bent his left leg that he had been wounded. After two and ... half years caring for soldiers with the Red Cross Society, I felt qualified to identify a battle wound when I saw one. Absently, I wondered if this young man was returning to the Front, or whether his travels brought him home on leave. My own brother was in the training camps now. God only knew whether I would see him again. Having finished his. I imagined spitting on her asshole, licking it up, and letting Andrew watch. I wanted this fantasy to be true, but it was only a fantasy. ~~~~~I laid in ecstasy for a few minutes, not aware of myself or what I had fantasized about. Then I came back to reality. I was lying naked in my daughter's bed. I slowly began waking up, and immediately started having more ideas. I wanted to fuck my husband that same night, and I wanted Bailey to watch through the peephole.I got up from my daughter's bed,. “Linda,” the woman asked, “please? Call me Linda. Mrs. Keelson sounds so cold and formal.”“Linda? Umm, well, I understand what you;’re saying, but how can I help you? I mean, I want your husband, and even though he’s been unfaithful, I get the impression that you want him, too. John and I have a . . . son together, and I’m not about to lose his father to you! It’s not just you and I any more. I have to consider my baby, and what he needs, what he has a right to know, that his father loves him,. Thereare some things that you need to know.Some of you have probably guessed that I orchestratedBrian's transformation. And, you are correct. I did know ofhis female side before we were married, thanks to his Mom.She is a real sweetheart. Knowing that he had a feminineside did something to me; I wasn't sure what it was at thattime. But, I now know. Here are the parts of the story thatshe didn't know while she was writing the story, but willif she reads this.When I met Brian, I was taken by how.