What if I could get Tom to meet up? Weeks later I suggested a short break. Two nights away in a nice Hotel. Coming down for a drink that first evening...Karen looked lovely. Dressed in a long skirt and boots with a baggy jumper, she had kept everything covered up for a change. I knew underneath though that she had hold ups on with crotchless knickers and a push up bra. Whispering to me that I was in for a good fucking later she ordered her first drink of the night. Leaving the bar three hours. Twat was fastened on to the front of her body like a second skin, straddling her, caressing every inch of her that she touched with any part of her full figure, her mouth nursing at Mounds breast softly, sweetly, like a child recovering from a fright, but combined with the rest of her motion it became the innocence of the child of Satan himself, seducing the mother that bore her.Tears were streaming from Mounds eyes and her hips had lost all semblance of control from the assault of her lovers. And to tell you the truth I probably stillwouldn't know there's all these distinctions---that they're not all justdifferent degrees of the same thing---but after knowing Max, andespecially later when I started putting it all together, I looked intothe psychology of "gender identity" and what have you more than I everwould've otherwise.Poor guy! I don't care what you think about that stuff, you have to feelsorry for him. Feeling like a woman and looking like that, it must'vebeen killing him. My. It was just yesterday morning when I put on that wig on him, but now, it's real hair, flowing and silky.I hate him! I hate this! How could I have lost my husband just because I wanted to play some stupid prank? I have enough trouble being competitive with other women and now this fox is my husband!How could you do this to me? How could you set me up like this and then abandon me?Now I have to get ready to go out with some man I have never met, looking dowdy and plain next to my now glamorous.