"Marilyn nodded. "Do you think that this will really impact his chanceof making it as an actor?"Rose shrugged, "I guess. If he's not a conventional lo...king guy, thenhe's not going to get a lot of conventional roles, but if he's aconventional looking woman... who knows. He's already proved he's astriking actress. Maybe that's the route he should follow. I don'tknow." I spoke to his sister, last night. She's very concerned. She wants tocome to our meeting with the doctor on Monday. I'm not sure. She didn't dare risk me finding out by getting sloppy seconds.I began thinking about our sex life during past few months and after some thought there was no doubt that due to headaches and bad days on the job, there had been far less times than there used to be. After all of those bad feelings, I went to the kitchen for a cup of tea and to use the calendar in my smart phone to refresh my memory. I noticed traces of a pattern in our dwindling sex life that now only happened on Saturday evenings. You take off your jacket, revealing your body under your tight fitting exercise shirt and I can't help myself to look at your protruding breasts. You then take a sip from your water bottle, spilling some on your shirt, I then find myself in a lust filled urge.You see me looking at you lustfully and you give me a coy smile telling me that you feel the same way in this summer warmth and you lift up your shirt, showing me your awesome tits and I have to drop my pants as they are so very tight. I am concentrating so I can coincide my squirt stream with a mind-blowing g-spot orgasm. I also want to coincide with my man’s orgasm. And I especially want Henry to watch me squirt.“Harder, harder, hurt me, pleasure and pain, I love it,” my man is moaning as he glances at me being pleasured. Henry is raking his nails over Roger’s ass cheeks while he is sliding his erection between Henry’s tightly pursed lips in a fucking motion.A magical sexual moment as my man and I are about to orgasm in.