The experience on the train had made her mind think of doing things she had never even imagined before. Since she was in her early teens she had thou...ht of sex only in a lovemaking sense. The concept of raw sex was beyond her realm. Yet for the last three months she had pleasured herself virtually every night with scenes of being raped by strangers constantly running through her thoughts.It was one night when she was in one of these moods that for the first time ever she replied to an. I couldn’t help thinking about Marissa going over to Tony’s to spend the day in his bedroom. After breakfast I asked, “Maybe I should take part of the day off and come over and help?”“I don’t think that is necessary. It’s not exactly a three-person job.”“Well, I’ll call you at lunch and see how it’s going.”“That would be great. Love you.” It felt like she practically shoved me out the door.As promised, I called home during lunch. No answer and I left a message. I let the phone ring ten times. Just in case he wants to lick me downthere. If he does he likes it to be sweet. He told me once that thejoy in having a woman who was once a man, is that her pussy alwayssmells better than any born woman. I would not know about always, butit does now, that is for sure.I let the robe fall in the doorway. He can see me, and I can see myselffull length now in the dressing table mirror. How changed I am. Softand full, shapely and smooth, where once I was angular and hard. I havealways liked. "Yes, Husband," Lena answered, "when your body is working to heal itself, it makes you smell bad." Thank you for bathing me my sweet wife," I told her. "I love you."She smiled and said she was glad to be my wife, and that she meant to have me cured and just like new.The apples and pears ripened, and we picked and stored as many as we had. We had yellow and red apples and wonderful soft pears. I was used to hard pears where I grew up.I finally healed up to Lena's specifications, and she gave the.