“Outside, in the warm sun?”Confidence is born of the confluence of comfort and daring, revealing and withholding what we wish.“Let your routine ...e your stockings. If you wear them, wear them daringly.”I can feel him enter the room, feel him searching for me. I can see in Oma’s eyes that he is beside the pocket doors somewhere on my left. I resist the urge to acknowledge it, the slightest Oma glance confirms that I am right to ignore him, to let him search for me in the crowded room.His voice. Main ab apne pati ke dost ke hoth chum rahi thi, mera pallu zameen par tha aur mere dudh par sirf ek black netted bra thi. Main horny hone lagi thi, aman ke hath meri chati pe the, mere boobs ko masal rahe the aur unka thuk mere muh ke andar beh raha tha. Tabhi akshit ki awaj aai aur hum alag hue.Fir aman aur akshit dinner ke baad drink krne lage. Main sath mein baith kar baate kar rahi thi. Akshit ek side aur main aman se chipak kar dusre sofe pe baithi thi. Akshit fir bathroom jane ke liye. What do you think? I could definitely use the break.”“Sounds fantastic. Let’s do it.”We drove to my place, kicked off our shoes, loosened our blouses, and pulled a bottle of white wine from the refrigerator. We sat on the sofa in the living room and after several glasses of wine we were both a bit tipsy and the topic turned to giving our sons handjobs and blowjobs.Kristy said, “Have you let Corey fuck you yet?”I said, “No, he just plays with my tits while I stroke him or suck him. But I have to. After a few hours of working on his book, Frankie made himself a saladand took a shower. Washing off the sunscreen, he scrubbed his newlyenhanced body with pleasure. I'm going to miss the sleekness of beinghair free and having curves, he thought. He knew that going off thetestosterone blockers would eventually overpower the collagen implantsand his vocal chords tightening, returning him to his male self. Hesighed out loud at the thought.The breeze was coming off the ocean that afternoon, so.