Richard had never really felt "right" as a male. Sadly, it had taken himfar too long to realize there was actually something he could had doneabout th...at, and so he approached forty no further along toward being awoman than he had at twenty.Mostly, his girl self lived online, in chat rooms and especially fictionsites. He (She, really) wrote poems and songs and stories, and even kepta blog sharing her inner self with the others who were like her.She just posted a blog entry, trying to keep the. Ignoring the criticism for a while, I allowed myself a few moments of pleasure by pressing by mound against the corner of the washing machine and sitting astride the arm of a chair.Once my chores were done, I relaxed on the sofa to let the music wash over me. Then she returned her relentless onslaught again; her constant buzz-buzz, calling me, no, craving for my attention. I had to give in, I couldn't resist any longer, I had to accept her call.I cupped my naked breasts, worrying my nipples. She stepped up to her husband, and pushed him down on the bed. Get in the middle of the bed babe she said in her sexy voice. Tylers dad immediately obeyed, and laid down on his back in the middle of their king size bed. Spread your legs and arms out babe she said seductively. Tylers dad immediately did as she asked. Moving quickly, she grabbed the tie downs they had used many, many times, and began tying her husband to the bed. As she did this, he smiled he loved when she restrained him during. Amy said, “Sangria sounds safe enough. Thank you.”I must have been deficient in hiding my puzzlement over Amy’s reply because Ali tried to provide some clarity for me, “When you suggested that we meet you at a wine bar, Amy and I discussed which of us would refrain from consuming any alcohol...”“But neither of you is driving,” I said.Amy jumped in, “You probably wouldn’t understand. Things are different for guys traveling than with girls. If two guys get drunk together, they’ll probably be.