Marcie felt proud of herself, having resisted temptation, and drove to her apartment. She hauled in her stuff, stripped off her work clothes and jumpe... in the shower, trimmed her pubic hair, shaved her legs and then looked at herself in the mirror on the back of her closet door as she stood with her slinkiest underpants in her hand. "Not bad," she said to her image. No fat she could see. She bounced on her toes a few times and watched her big breasts jiggle, not a bit of sag.She had kept her. Dan the fucking man the legend in his own lunchtime, yeah minor scores in the dirty dawg stakes but nothing as spectacular as this. Cautiously he tippytoed up the stairs knocked on their bedroom door which was wide open. Hubby was now eating wifey out from a 70's style fan back wicker chair, her legs spead open while hubby licked away. Her blouse was now open as she played with her nipples. Hubby stopped eating poked his head up and told Daniel 'she's ready I've softened her up for ya'Ready. The air was crisp. The cool moist breeze of a storm coming in from the west rustled just strongly enough to lazily move tumble weeds along the desert sand, bouncing them against an occasional mesquite bush, then scooting the dried brown weeds around to the other side and on about their way. The trail provided firm footing for the animal, giving his mind time to wander.Lou never intended to leave Mary tied up inside that blanket. As angry as he had been, he had kept the presence of mind to tie. If I renounce my rights to dress as a man I agree to work as a waitressfor my wife Tracey Belle until such time as she decides to dispense withmy services or that we are divorced.In recognition of this declaration an agreement is made between me and mywife Tracey Belle that if she decides that I am not a transvestite but infact a repressed Transexual that she, Tracey Belle, will pay the fullcosts of my operation and have grounds to divorce me with my consent andthat neither she nor I will have.