He was almost as tall as Mary but more skinny, the 'all arms and legs' stage.Henry sat down at the end of the bed, clasping his legs with his arms so ...hat he could rest his head on his knees. He watched as Mary worked on her nails. He was fascinated by Mary's nails. He just loved the transformation as she put on the soft pink polish. Although he has never told anyone, since for as long as he could remember, he often fantasized that he was a girl. But that was his deep secret, shared by no. " With that we departed. As usual, he paid the bill while I left the tip.Three weeks later I was relaxing at the house, having just finished my retirement paperwork. I'd taken care of such things as obtaining personal health insurance and tuning my investment portfolio to be a bit more conservative. I'd made sure to shift a half million into a form that I could liquidate on demand. I'd found a nice three-year-old steel hulled tug boat yacht by George Daicos. It was shorter than the fifty feet. But her body was saying otherwise—is still saying otherwise— and after a while she started to wonder if the whimpers that were coming out of her mouth were a result of pain or pleasure. Both, she realizes after a long while. It's both. Now he's standing in between her legs and she's vibrating with nerves and expectation and fear. The thought of him being so close to her sex makes her want to snap her legs shut and hide. It also makes her want to spread them as wide as they'll go and beg him to. It was a comfortable bed, and it was nice to not be in the truck.Later that night I got up to use the bathroom and I thought I heard noises from my aunt’s room and figured by the sounds she was masturbating.It was nothing shocking for she has been divorced for 10 years and was not really in the dating scene.Well the weekend was going great.Easter came and went and we had a fabulous dinner and conversation, played some games and watched some TV.Later that night I got up to pee, and again I hear.