Rhee, Heather, and I snuggled up tightly with each other, whispering our love for each other, content with the togetherness in bed.September 2, 2017De...ar Ms. Diary, [Written September 3]With Civia’s help, Dad whipped up a compote new to us, mango-raspberry, while Gracey and Liya made pancakes; Heather made a huge batch of scrambled eggs; and Rhee and I set the table, poured drinks, and did other stuff to prepare for a big family breakfast. In the meantime, the Moms did some more prep work for. He and his wife had moved here only a few weeks before the class started and didn't know anyone, I guess I was his choice for a friend.How the hell do I become friends with a guy that was married? To a older chick to boot! I'm struggling just to put my hand upon a girls breast, even over her clothing! Ryan, much to my initial embarrassment had not problem in telling me about some of the things his wife and he does.At first it was embarrassing and I found it rather rude, as I had no comparable. We went through the Den; I looked at the giant TV screen to see a lot of men standing around watching a couple screwing as they all were stroking their hard cocks.I looked at the couple and I saw that it was me with the man. I was shouting out orders to all of the men; I was telling them who was next, who would get me in the ass, my mouth, and my cunt. I was very outspoken and very descriptive.I listened and kept walking as I watched. Oh I knew it was me alright, I just could not get over the. .. Well... I'm just like I was, but I think about things differently. I don't think of myself as a man anymore. I don't think like one in certain areas. I still like sports," she laughed. "Clothing feels different. My skin is sensitive, so I don't like rough clothing. I appreciate smells more. I enjoy looking good and having people admire my body. My hair grows faster and I don't have to shave my face or legs. I'm horny a lot." He nodded. "Ever tried to have your breasts removed?" he.