I’ll clear some time in my schedule.”This went on for some time. That night, Bridget and I opened up a message thread with Chastity and her husban...d Brady. After some back and forth conversation (and some very hot photos) we learned that Bridget wanted to fuck, but Brady just wanted some video of the encounter. Bridget said she was also “straight” but didn’t mind if women ate her pussy. She just didn’t want to eat any pussy. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that she wasn’t really straight.. She sat with a mature man of about fifty, the way she acted he wasn’t her father – her daddy maybe – but not her father. Pointing at her she asked the bartender, “Who’s that bitch?”“Her name’s Tammy, his name is Mr. Chandler and if that piece of ass is a day over nineteen my wisdom teeth are growing back,” he said laughing. “Chandler is a rich bastard and the id the little whore has is perfect.”“He’s the loan shark and numbers guy right?” The man nodded, “What’s she drinking?”“Pepsi, she hasn’t. It all seemed so extreme and I feared Paula would go off my new feminised body but as the wedding approached because Mrs Rother seemed to be more accepting of me Paula became more and more comfortable with the whole idea of marriage. Though if the truth is to be known I noticed a change in Paula that I found a little unsettling.She began to talk to me like a woman, she would chat about fashion, ask my opinion, talk about men and emotions. We didn't have sex very often. I assumed she was saving. Christy and her roommate had helped found the Building Blocks Daycare Center a few years ago and each worked 5 days a week taking care of the various c***dren that came their way. To now be standing in front of one of those c***dren in wet pants, as if she herself was a c***d, was mortifying. She could only manage to stammer in response to the girl's question. "I-I..."Maybe sensing Christy's embarrassment, the small girl gave the most reassuring smile she could muster, "Don't worry, I'll go get.