It was my favorite wand winding up, but I hadn’t brought that along… my thoughts were racing just as I felt it brush against my nipples ever so li...htly at first then firmly circling them. I let out a soft moan through the air tube as it began to make its way down my chest and belly to the small nook just between my legs… they were spread just far enough apart to wiggle it down toward my clit it didn’t reach all the way but with enough pressure it made my whole pelvis quiver and I could feel. Urine that I noticed smelled different sinceI was on the estrogen treatment, and for the first time I accepted thefinality of my femininity.Tearing a piece of toilet paper off the roll Kaitlin folded it upbefore handing it to me. 'Always pat yourself dry', she advised. 'Youmight as well practice for when you have your final anatomy'.I flushed and pulled my panties carefully back into place over mygarterbelt.'Ok lets get your makeup repaired', she said, taking charge.It took ten minutes, but. ..* I watch Tom as we walk through the mall thinking of how much he is going to love what comes next. “Hey Tom?” I ask him. “Yea?” He says back. As I said this we stop walking and are standing in the middle of the walkway of the mall. “I know you like public sex Tom.” He blushes furiously as he searches for something to say back. “I can't believe it Tom,” I say flatly. Right before he goes to apologize I add, “That you didn't tell me sooner.” As the sentence leaves my lips I drop to my knees in. No Darjeeling. No Assam. And the milk was full fat. Goodness! Her domestic thoughts were partly a shield against the grunting, panting, thumping noise emanating from the bedroom. Woz certainly seemed to be enjoying herself. And the man! Well, he was grunting and snorting pretty much as loudly as Woz. Wendy reflected on the remembered image of the man, but all she could really remember was that penis. Fat, slobbery, slightly sticky. And that was what was sliding in and out of Woz at the moment..