Paul then semi-surprised me by saying, “If we only had someone who could really sing and play guitar, and uh, maybe someone to play piano or keyboar...s, then uh, we might have the makings of a decent little high school band.”Cathy excitedly added, “I love the sound of saxophones in rock songs, too. Dang, if we could find a singer and a lead guitarist, a keyboard player and someone who could play multiple instruments, I think I might pee my pants, I’m so stoked now.”All three of us were getting a. I’m going to use the restroom, be right back.” I poured another strong one for both of us. Then I dropped my shorts and looked at my cock, half hard and pointing straight out. In all honesty, it never looked better to me. I knew where this was going, I know she is married to a good friend of mine, but my resistance was weakening. I was full out fucking horny for her. Like me, I knew she wanted to feel that again. I went back to the living room and waited for a couple of minutes until I heard. I gave what I hoped was a good talk on what I could contributeto society, what a good citizen I was, and why I deserved to be male.*****And so that brought me to Friday. I knew that Friday was Gender DecisionDay. There was no need to dress up, so I got into comfortable clothes andwaited. I knew that my appointment was 11.00.I wasn't allowed to see any other boys after their decision. Butwandering the corridors to go to the toilet, I had a pretty good ideawhat was happening. The first time I. If I did display serial killer tendencies, she could flee. I was sure she had done a credit check as to my ability to purchase the house. Now she needed to check me out regarding the other matter.We met at noon. I ordered a bottle of wine. She had a salad (keeping that figure of hers), and I had prime ribs. The food was very good. The conversation was amicable and I think we both liked each other. We chatted about everything but the house or the deal; where she was from (Atlanta), where.