My wife Ruth and I had eaten here frequently before her death. She used to tease me about my losing my focus somewhere on the way to our table. Hey, I...��m a man. I look at other women, but I don’t touch them; at least I didn’t until Ruth died. Since Ruth’s death, a date with one of these two ladies for coffee crossed my mind on a few of the occasions I brought a lady here for dinner.My Goddess stopped at a round table in the middle of the floor and said, “Nancy will be your waitress tonight, Mr.. It was 10o'clock at night, just getting dark and Fran was going into the store wearing just a tiny bikini and high heels. She got out of the car and Buck gently took her arm again.'Just stay with me, babe,' Buck told her, 'and we'll get the cigarettes and be back in no time. You look great. Here's the dollars......now don't forget......2 packs of Marlboro and then back to the car.'Fran was nervous again. It was one thing to parade about at home to satisfy the lecherous men, but it was entirely. The shock would be bigenough as it was, but at least it might be acceptable. Not that sheactually wanted to become a girl, but passing as one at this point waseasier than ever passing as a guy.The way John phrased things it was clear that his proposal was prettymuch a demand though and so Marcy just anxiously waited for him to get onwith his proposal. "I was thinking that if you slept here tonight andtomorrow night all those risks could be eliminated. You'd have the timeto get ready. I could. "Just like that, Sara! Don't stop, don't stop," you moaned, and another jolt passed through my belly. Moisture seeped from my body and ran in rivulets down my thigh. Your excitement was peaking. Your manhood swelled and I knew you were close. Frantically my hand stroked you, my mouth and lips suctioned you, concentrating on your furrow. Your scrotum tightened, and I could barely feel the orbs within so tightly were they drawn up to your body. Your fingers were like iron at the back of my head.