" Part of the reward of going to 2nd year was having a real girl's name chosen for me. She said by then I would have totally forgotten my male past an... know only how to look, act and behave like a girl at all times.The next morning it suddenly occurred to me that that sausage I was served was actually my penis. The thought, of course, sickened me. But it did make it all so final. It turned out that was the last meat served to me during my stay. Rita informed me that just like all the other. I arrived at 6pm and tooted the horn and out you came in just your dress and heels I could see that you had no underwear on and your sexy tits swayed as you walked to me.As you slid in the car I smiled as I saw the top of your thigh and the dress rode up as you slid in to the seat, I didn’t say a word just leant over and kissed you deep on the mouth and as I did I slipped your firm tits out of the dress and put them on display for the drive to the club. I pulled open the glove box and pulled a. I brought her a glass and she patted the sofa next to her, wanting me to sit there, which I did. Sitting this close to her I was able to appreciate how very beautiful she was. She reminded me, well, of Gwen when we were first married. By that I mean in the sense of her youthful beauty with seemingly a whole life ahead of you. Even with the few lines and wrinkles that Gwen had picked up over the years she was as beautiful to me as the day we had met. I came out of my reverie and looked again. "Ummm, just what I need to warm me up on a cold winter night, a nice hot cock," Beth said in a low but excited voice as she knew my wife was asleep in the next room. "Hurry up and finish so I can sit down. I've got to piss like a race horse," she said as she locked both doors and walked over to me."Let me see it," she said as she took hold of my cock pushing my hand off it as I tried to finish pissing, "I've never seen a guy piss before much less felt it." "I've never watched a woman piss.