She hadn’t recognized him at first and had thought he was just another old man (well she was still in her teens) trying the patented ‘I’m an age...t/director/producer and I’m going to make you a top model/actress/singer’ route. When she’d realized it wasn’t a joke nor a come on she’d panicked. She hadn’t ever acted, was quite possibly one of the only young women in this city who didn’t want to be famous and she told him as much. He’d given her his card anyway and asked her to come and read for a. She saw me staring and asked what I wanted for breakfast. She laughed when I told her I wanted to eat her pussy for every meal. “OK mister, you can have that but first we need to fill it up for you again so you will be eating your protein too.” Her husband came in and told us “I heard that”. He told me to lay beck and put my cock into her as she sat on it. She was facing me and bent to let me suck on her tits. As she leaned forward I felt something on my cock. At first I thought he was going to. And came up empty-handed. Half-blushing, James reached down, lowered the toilet seat, then turned and sat. He sat puzzling for a second; how did this body work? But he found that the same muscles worked for his new woman's body as had worked for his male body. The next challenge - to wipe himself dry. James realized quickly why women insisted on soft toilet paper as he patted her genital area dry. And why they seemed to use so much of it! ***************************************** Meanwhile. The churchwarden and the Vicar arrived as he was still standing in the church hall doorway.“Of course many of the congregation have rushed off home for Sunday lunch,” Martha remarked, desperately trying to ingratiate herself, “So I have started a regular coffee morning on Saturdays here from ten o’clock. I hope we may see you there from time to time.”“That sounds interesting,” he replied, But not for the reason you think.Predictably, the arrival of a personable, solvent, house owning widower.