We were joined in the spa with Stuart and his wife, Peter & JenJen and Bonnie Slaughter, our first Trombonist.My back found a nice jet, as did my left...leg. I figured I shouldn’t let a jet hit my healing lower leg, so I straddled one hitting Bonnie by accident.“Is your broken leg ... looking for a good time, Mr. Thomas?” she said to me with a smirk. She’s kind of cute, reminding me a little of Kristin Kreuck (from Smallville) with glasses on.“Sorry dear, I was just moving my leg. Nothing. But it had all got a little heavy for me and they could sense that I didn't want to go through with it, so Margaret played her Ace. 'What are you doing tonight?' she asked innocently 'Well, nothing important' I replied cautiously 'And I'm sure I can get away for a night' said Janet 'So that's settled then' said MargaretI had a distinct feeling that I had totally lost all control of the situation.At around 5.30 both women appeared at my desk and said they. Finally, she could not stand it anymore. Her head flew back, her long black hair clinging to her face and forehead with sweat. Her back arched, and every nerve in her body lit up. The world went quiet for her as she fell over the edge of orgasm, her body shook and quivered, her juices flowing. He lapped up what he could, and slid up her shaking, arched body. She was panting, her mind was numb from the orgasm. She didn't even know that she was now locked in another kiss with him, until she felt. The first time I saw my new vagina I nearly cried, it was probably toosoon to look as I was swollen and discoloured. It was not what Iexpected, all in all apart from the operation my high points were theeasing of the pain, getting out of bed, removal of the packing andbandages, getting rid of the catheter, sitting down to wee, the stoppingof pain relief and going onto analgesics, stopping spraying pee all overthe place and seeing my new vagina once all the swelling bruising hadgone down, this.