No fiery furnaces, no red hot gridirons, no demons with pitchforks! Instead, there was this uniformly grey landscape, gray sky, grey people – nothin... to relieve the monotony at all. Even the greeter was in a grey suit and resembled a failed Accenture Consultant who had failed to achieve an adequate billing ratio but was being kept on to help meet ageist quotas.But greeted he was and told that his fate was to exist forever under these gray skies and rue the day he had not chosen a more selfless. Christina thought that she would have to gothrough the whole sex change before she would be penetrated properly.Linda had other ideas though, but not on this occasion. So there wasa little frustration on Christina's part at this time although it wascompensated with her growing development into womanhood.After this somewhat one sided sex session, both 'women' lay on thebed and slept for about an hour. The telephone by the bedside rang,Linda answered it, it was the reception desk to say that the. As I took his cock into my hand and positioned the throbbing head at my entrance, his hand came up and pulled the towel open, exposing the rest of me to him. His hands took hold of my breasts, kneading and plumping, fingers occasionally tweaking my hard nipples. I dropped myself onto him and we both groaned. He may not be able to hit me as deep as Boss can, but he could stretch to burning. I arched my back as I rode him, the feel of his hands on my breasts adding to the fire in my belly. My. The night before he came to start the repair work, Stan, after supper, almost dragged me into our bedroom and began taking my clothes off. "What has gotten into you?" I asked as we stood there naked, my husband's cock hard and stiff like a teenager's. I took hold of it, "Look at you, what a hard-on." "Well, you've just got to give this guy, Walt, a show tomorrow. Braless, that low-cut peasant blouse, short skirt, no panties. Give him something to live for, hon, you are such a hot woman and you.