"From a purely sexual standpoint I married the wrong sister. Hazel was an insatiable slut. For three hours she put me through the wringer. She wanted ...to do it all and we did. She sucked my cock and I ate her pussy; she wanted it in her pussy and up her ass and I did my level best to stay with her, but eventually I just couldn't get it up again. She was lying on the bed crying "Please Ray, come on baby, just once more" as I staggered out of the room and went and collapsed in my own bed.Hazel had. She thinks I need to loosen up, let my hair down, and kick up my heels more often. She isn't very impressed with rank, not even her own." I certainly WILL NOT call you grandmother!", avowed Pagan to the startled woman, "You're barely old enough to have children, little alone a third generation." Why you honey-tongued imp.", she crooned, "Careful, lest you light my fire!" There's nothing I'd like better, than stoking your boiler.", he grinned, "And honey-tongued is an apt description, as there's. She was very happy with her figure, as she saw her supple andwobbly man boobs as the female breasts nature was cruelly denying toher. Also, the love handles on her hips and waist kind of replaced thefemale curves she coveted so much so she could have a typical hourglassfigure. Her belly too, rather than being the typical male beer belly,was round and soft, kind of feminine too. She loved eating all kinds offatty foods, chugging on sodas, gorging herself at lunch and dinner timeand then soundly. I was living a lifelong dream, I finally showed her how much Ilove her and she responded in kind. I just hoped the rest of the daywould be as great because she was leaving in the morning to go back hometo her business.It was about two hours later that she came back and had what we used tocall a "Shit eating grin" on her lovely face. She didn't tell me whereshe went and I didn't ask; all I knew was that she greeted me with akiss and called me sweetheart. I couldn't ask for more.I made sandwiches.