My gold heels match my satinblouse. The black lace of my bra peaking out matches my skirt. Anyonelooking at me would see a gorgeous woman; obviously w...ll kept. It wasnot always the case. In fact I have not always been a woman.A little over a year ago I was a happily married man. My wife, Chris,was attractive in an athletic way. She was a woman people would describeas "handsome" with her strong features. She had just been notified thatan uncle she barely knew had passed away. He had left her. My mind is spinning and I can feel the release building deep in me. I manage to tell you that I am very close and I feel another smack on my other cheek. I try to move with you and you smack me again. That is all it takes and I scream "Oh Sam I am coming" I didn't think it was possible but it feels as though you speed up your thrusting and I feel you tighten as you let out "Me to baby" and we let go together. I can't hold my body up any longer and I fall forward and you move with me laying on. I swallowed and asked. “I didn’t do anything offensive or inappropriate, did I?”“No. You were a perfect gentleman. That’s partly how I knew you weren’t lying.” Thank God, I thought.“Ok, thank you. I really don’t remember much after we left the bar… but I’ve never driven drunk… so how did we get home?” I asked, puzzled.“I drove your pickup home. You pointed the way.”“I’m so glad you got the keys away from me. Thank god for that anyway,” I said.“But did I really tell you about what Susan is doing. His arse is well tight and hard, nice soft skin stretched tight across firm bum cheeks. I turn him back round to face me. He has a nice big fat scally uncut cock, low-hanging balls, smooth, no pubes. Don’t you just love lads who shave their pubes?I still have the permanent marker in my hand.“I’m gonna teach you a lesson.”“Hurry up then. The bus’ll be here soon.”I take the top off the marker and I write on his flat hard belly, I write SUTTON GREEN BOYS, SUCK THIS! And I draw an arrow pointing to.