I was in about 2 inches and it was slow going. I started to slowly rock back and forth getting her accustomed to my cock. She really seemed to like it...and started to move with me. Slowly but surely more of my cock was going in her with every stroke. I a couple of minutes I was balls deep. She asked me to slow up a little bit and grabbed the phone. She dialed a number and motioned me to start up again. "Hey Joanie, guess what? Yep, he is fucking me in the ass right now. No seriously, right now,. Horny, I have an urge to masturbate. Holding her panties in my left hand, I stroke my cock with her panties, rubbing the head with the cotton crotch, right where her pussy would be when she wears them. With my right hand, I put her jogging bra to my nose and breath in deep even strokes to the same rhythm of my cock thrusting against her panties. My initial thought is to spray my cum into her panties, but I realize that if I do that she would know immediately that someone had put something into. Usually the visits become risqué as the beer and wine flows. This was happening today but my heart wasn't in the conversation because I was mulling over what I had seen during the balance of the day.When we had gotten up this morning we had the normal quiet conversation over our coffee on our own patio and had enjoyed several deep sensual kisses during our movement around the house. When I tried to entice Jen into bed before we left as we normally do on a Sunday morning, she had refused. Her. He tried asking someone where the nearest hospital was, only to find his voice coming out light and squeaky. To make matters worse, several chaps were now referring to him as "ma'am".Upstairs, he took an escalator or two up to the men's room in the Port Authority - which was somewhat dingy but okay by NYC public restroom standards - only to find out (by looking in the mirror) that he was turning into a woman. A quick look down his underwear in the toilet stalls confirmed his hypothesis - his.