I stopped at the almost empty mall to walk a couple of miles, then picked up a burger from the rainbow steakhouse and rode to the Marina. No it was no... where Harold parked his boat It was the city reservoir and recreational area. I sat on the patio with my canned coke and drive thru burger while the sail boats moved back and forth. I didn't stay till the sail boats to dock, since that would most likely put me on the road after dark.Even so I stayed until 7:30PM and the little boats were still. Pity there were no chairs though." Thought it might have been a day like that." Again Greg smiled, taking her hand and leading her gently to the bedroom."Honey, I'm really tired, I don't want..." Sharon's protest dried in her mouth at the door. Greg had been busy. The room was bathed in soft candlelight and a soothing aromatic blend of lavender and chamomile filled the air. A towel covered the bed and a large bottle of oil sat on the bedside table."A massage, no strings attached. OK?"A grateful. "You like to watch, Len-bo. Well OK, here it goes, chuckles!" Wandasaid, as she directed her brown and lavender stained finger right towardmy former male butt. I figured that when she was fucking me, she musthave stuck a finger deep inside my new female ass to get a sample ofwhat was in there. She wanted to inculcate into my former male butt allthe right flora and fauna that made her purported lavender scent.If I had been in my original body, and had seen a finger full of Wanda'sass dumplings. “Tom?”“Yes?”“Are you serious that you want me to get someone to dothis?”“Oh yes.”“My dress is getting wrinkled.” I lifted up, pulled at myhem, folded it and my half slip back to my waist. His handnever stopped, but now, in the dim light of the parking lot,we could see my breast, exposed, and my legs spread withTom’s fingers moving in and out of me.I said “Are you saying you want somebody else to be touchingme, with their.