As a concession to Clarisse,I borrowed one of Sylvia's shower caps to protect my hair-do. I steppedinto the shower, trying to ignore my unfamiliar ref...ection in the mirrorand concentrate on feeling masculine -- no easy trick for a man withbreasts! I felt the soap cling to my nipples and ooze my cleavage and Isuppressed an uneasy tingle.After I got out of the shower and began rubbing myself down with a bigfluffy towel, my gaze was drawn to the mirror. To my dismay, I seemednot a bit less. I can hear the woman gasp as she pulls taught on the restraints, her back arching again. "Please, Tuesdae," she begs. "Taste me, touch me. I want to feel you pleasure me." Tuesdae slowly moves to the woman's bare pussy, hands still whispering on her skin. With the first touch the woman moans and stiffens almost as if the touch was pure electricity. She relaxes into the bed as Tuesdae slides one finger into her wet depths, licking the woman's hard nub as she does so. Tuesdae picks up the tempo,. .. you want me to stand outside your window and watch you and Sam making love - are you two nuts?" Jesus not so loud Ted I don't need everyone in the bar to know what we're talking about. Look, Sam was thinking that you would be sitting in the room with us, you know watching us making love and she wants to see... uh... watch you jacking off while you watch us."Ted was shaking his head from side to side. He took a swig of his beer then asked. "Look buddy you know that I like Sam, hell I love. Oh sure, some crazy doctor, a hundred years ago, had written some theory's about mothers and their sons - but what was my excuse?As in so many things, since my husband left me, I blamed him. His weakness for a younger, prettier and more voluptuous woman sickened me. His final, parting, words taken as fact, so that I never went out, never dated, and told myself that I hated men. Mostly, though I simply did not trust them - all except my son. Perhaps that was why this realization of his.