And if she did come around what difference would that make. Well, again, not a damn bit because I did not tust her—at all!And, of course, there was ...Anna, a much better person, but by no means the looker that my ex was. And, did that make any difference. I had convinced myself that it didn’t, but was I kidding myself. I was fifty-seven; a chooser I was never gonna be. Even Anna was fifty. Was she just settling for me? I figured she was.And, the biggee, was she still going to be on speaking terms. "No. That was my prostate." I hadn't expected it tofeel so good. Being examined by my doctor had never been like this!"Well, something likes it." I hadn't even realized that I hadan erection. When a stimulus is powerful enough to draw yourattention from *that*...! I realized that it was not only hard,but oozing.I felt another ring of muscles, further inside, being stretched.That's it...in you go. Into Ladyboy's lady ass. How right Doriswas; I couldn't have stood it if she had forced me. For. "I...I...will try..." she said quietly.Ron smiled and gave Ginny another kiss on the forehead. "Great!" he saidexcitedly. "I will look for you there."Ginny watched Ron leave and turned to a smirking Brandi. "Don't sayanything!" Ginny whispered angrily clutching the jersey to her chest. "Hejust caught me off guard!"Brandi rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say Gin," she said with a smirk."Maybe you could try out for cheer captain?"Ginny felt her heart start to race at the thought of that. She. They went wandering around the boulevards, stopping to watch interesting street performers, or to peer down dark, narrow streets like nosy children. At the entrance of the first bookstore that they found, Winter stopped and sucked in a breath like a child on Christmas. Sebastien looked around, seeing nothing but stacks upon stacks of dusty old tomes. His wife moved easily through the claustrophobic shelves, chattering gaily in French with the shopkeeper. Sebastien finally leaned against a wall.