He noticed me looking at him and reacted the way any man would when a pretty girl gave that look. He walked towards me like a lion about to jump at it... prey. Standing in front of me, he said, “How’s the night going?” “Party is okay, still a little dry for my taste,” I replied. “Well, we could spice it up to your tastes if you wish,” he suggested. He bent his head down to reach out for my lips. His tongue slowly began tasting my lips. Our lips locking, tongues exploring each other’s. I grabbed. All I know is that having kids around would utterlydestroy my carefully laid retirement plans. Plans I might tell you thathave been forty years in the making. For God's sake, I might even gowhole hog and become a woman. I've got the funds to go privately forSRS. I just don't know. How would that sit with the girls?" Are you saying you might be a transsexual?" I don't know! I just don't know what I'll want." It would be easier if you did undergo a sex change. Then there would beno question of. When I got up in the morning I stacked the rings in two piles and made a smiley face using the collar as the mouth. When I got home I was hard wondering what might have been left , nothing! I was a bit sad and let down but still Played with them that night' It was like that till Friday. When I walked in friday, on the night stand were the rings were in one stack. The collar around then and a anal beadedprobe ! I have seen them but never tried using one, and a pair of panties? they were my. Bruce set up his VCR and closed the blinds, he sat on the far side of the bed and I stayed in a chair by the door. The scene appeared and at first there was no sound, then roaring from the speakers was the sound of passionate sexual activity. Bruce jumped and turned down the sound and mouthed '...sorry...' I looked back at the screen and there was no mistaking who was on the receiving end of the sex scene. There I was with my legs wrapped around the body of Charlie and he was slamming his rock.