The evening before was really great, so I didn’t want to ruin it by bringing up my plans for the next two weeks. He had fixed me dinner and we had m...de love all night, but I thought that I would try to butter him up first. I winked at the bartender Brett, as I sauntered into the club and made my way back to Bill’s office wearing my thigh high boots and a short, tight sexy dress. Brett had always looked at me really intensely, since the day he had walked in and watched Bill and I have sex,. Not bad for thirty-six, she thought. Turning slowly from side to side, the soft curves of her breasts showed through the thin cloth and reflected from the mirror. For some reason, she couldn’t seem to move away. It was if the lady in the mirror was hypnotized by her own reflection. After a long time, her hands started moving slowly over her body, first the sensitive nipples and then down a little. Slowly her fingers moved lower, tracing her flat belly then gently down to just above the crevice. It felt like my cock was in another world and enjoying every single moment. I was not going to let this stop and kept thrusting and slamming her pussy. "I now......understand.......what shheeee....was.....on abb..out!!" Lisa said while trying to breath. That was it, it felt like she was on the final lap and going for gold, her body got faster riding my cock and I could feel her pussy was starting to clamp around it. Wanting every amount of pure joy out of it. Thumping down hard and pushing down. My weight is stillgoing down nicely. Mother is so proud.I know it was planned this way, but I rarely think male thoughtsanymore. Why would I want to? My life has become immersed all thingsfeminine. Though I am still outwardly a male, I still wear maleclothing. I wear no makeup, my hair is still that of a long haired maledilettante. But inwardly Mother has succeeded in placing the world offemininity into my psyche. My speech and mannerisms have becomeincreasingly girlish.The process of keeping.