I think to myself, she's right, I don't know why but I like doing what women say, and at the moment I'd do anything Lisa told me. For the second time ...isa brings me abruptly out of my daydreams. "Come on Andy, answer the fucking question will you. Are men and women different, or are you going to hide behind that nurture stuff again?" she yells. "No, I don't think we're the same", I reply, "Two halves of the same whole perhaps, but most definitely not the same". "So then indulge me Andy" Lisa. You’d have seen it anyway, eventually.”“What do you do ... over there?”“Train, mostly,” he replied, his voice not much more than a whisper. “Controlling our True Forms is ... difficult. There is a ... freedom ... to it which can be distracting. Concentration is paramount.”His face broke into a wide smile. “I’ve learned to fly!”A smile broke on her face in spite of her misery. “I would so very much like to do that! To learn to fly!”“Maybe you will,” he replied happily. “The Priests say the time. Two weeks later she dropped another project off leaving it on my porch as I had not gotten home yet. I found her sudden interest in my work unusual and how she had seemed embarrassed on entering my bedroom. I had said that I would have it done by a certain Saturday expecting to set a time for her to pick it up after that. Instead she showed up at my house, my wife was just leaving to go to her Mother's normally she stays about 4hours away and I go there on the weekends. My two teenage c***dren. Then I removed her shawl and gave a hard kiss on her projected boobs. She moaned sssssshhh. Then I lifted her churidar. Then she muttered ‘ we’ll go to the bed room’. But I was so hot that I cant afford even walking to bedroom. Instead I pulled her to the big sofa in drawing room and began to undress her. Soon I made her completely nude. Infact she was more eager than me to be get nude. Then I began to massage her from head to foot. But I purposefully did not touched her boobs and love hole.