My precious wife was having a hard time and I could not help her, it was killing me. I took Trina do see a doctor to get some sleeping pills and it se...med to work for a while until I discovered that she had only been putting on a show, pretending to take them.Her physical and mental health was on a downward spiral. She was cranky at work, tired at home and was living on two or three hours of sleep a night. She lost weight which I didn’t think possible and looked a mess. Going on a couple of. Let's go get 'em."Another Deputy went with me when I set up by a side door from the kitchen area that was also near another door that was an exit from the garage. The Deputy was on the side near the garage while I was leaning up against the wall by the kitchen door.You could hear some yelling around front by the main door, and then the door by the kitchen opened with a surprised face staring at me. The door slammed shut and I next heard the overhead door of the garage begin opening and the door. The hair grew moredense and rough, and grew a shade darker. She gurgled. Something wascircling in her windpipe opening and it hadn't occurred to her yet thather Adams apple was forming.Ten minutes later, dazed but not feeling frail anymore she reached forher new shoulder delts, ran her fingers along her now prominent jawboneand exclaimed, "But am I a man now?!" She felt her nether regions andthere was still a crack, she still had her female reproductive organs.She still had a vagina.She turned. The fact that I had no clear notion of why Lisa was sucking my dick no longer even registered as a thought when measured against the sensations of my buddy's wife actually sucking it.She smiled wickedly, clearly registering the sounds of her husband completing some odd job or another in the kitchen. Rather than going down on me again, Lisa just started pumping my shaft hard and fast, in a practised motion that must have made her very popular with her teenage boyfriends.“Oh fuck – oh fuck,” I.