My long run to this house on my first day had not beenfueled only by my emotion, apparently: I really did have a good bit ofendurance. (*Moranna had p...obably intended that,* I thought bitterly,*but for an entirely different purpose.*) My sense of balance seemedexcellent; I sensed grace in my movements. On the other hand, I wasdisappointed but not surprised that my upper body strength was muchreduced.I explored my new self in other ways also, and discovered what a woman'sphysical longings could. I asked angrily “what are you doing?” She innocently answered “your myna was fidgeting in hunger, so was feeding it”. I became more crucial “my myna? Fidgeting? You are feeding it? Let me see.” I grabbed her hand and hugged her tightly. Though she didn’t have any boob I grabbed her tit’s muscle and pressed. But amazingly she didn’t obstacle me but was giggling. I became more crucial and laid her on the bed and grabbed her pussy over her knickers. This time too she didn’t refuse me but giggling.. Not just yet. She ignored his finger. "What made you think that?"He put his finger just inside her partially opened blouse, in between the V of her breasts and she tingled with excitement. "Oh I think it was the way you looked at the bulge in my pants."So he had seen her looking. She reached out and ran her fingers over his cloth covered cock. "Tell me what you want honey."He unbuttoned her blouse, button by button until it was free of her shorts and he could see her 32B and very braless. Lol. It just so happens that she has one orgasm after another while she is doing it for me and why she can’t orgasm with me at all. In fact when she got home she didn’t shower just climbed into bed and fell asleep. So I went out on the couch. The following day and the same shit I slept on the couch and she didn’t shower till the following morning. 3 nights later she finally took a shower at night so we fucked. The damage this guy does to her hole is something you only read about..