I had no desirewhatever for men and she knew it, that's why she was punishing me byforcing me to deal with it. At the same time, I'd never been macho...deeply invested in my own masculinity. Now I was finding thatcultivating the feminine in me could be both easy and pleasurable.What's desired is desirable, wherever it's found. That seems to be whatMaureen meant.I relayed that insight to her and she nodded. "But don't forget," sheadded. "Women also love men. Opposites attract in order to. . not business. I got church clothes and party clothes and dance clothes and..." Megan was oiled up, and motor-mouth had set in.Randy interrupted, getting into it for the first time. "But Meg, we're at a party now and you're not wearing party clothes."Megan gave him a narrow look, the kind that lets you know drunk logic is at work. "We came right here. Didn't change. But I got 'em." Oh really? Can you prove it?"Prove it. The challenge was laid, the glove cast down. "OK, mister Randy, I live. I had often read and enjoyed these stories because of there taboo and risque nature and maybe a little because I had a hot little teenage girl running around the house in little more than underwear and a t-shirt or bra. I started the video, took another long swig of beer which finished it off and leaned back to enjoy the show while stroking my now rock hard cock. I must have been high because not only was I imagining it was me doing all those things in the video to my daughter I could have. I have to applaud my wife here, because after another quick look over her shoulder at me, she sat on the arm of David’s chair, and said to him, “ Well what’s gotten you so excited then? I’ve never seen you so big” To that he replied “ I’ve never smelled you so strongly before, it’s no wonder I’m excited. You smell magnificent” My wife by now had obviously decided on her course of action. Leaning toward him, she said to David “ Lean forward and purse your lips.” He did this, expecting I think.