After a couple of days I changed myad so my number was no longer listed and checked my e-mail daily sincethat had become my primary source of contact....During the day I worked on keeping the condo clean, working out on mytreadmill and working on my feminine comportment. I was in women'sclothing, makeup and wig, or fixed my own hair, at all times and wasvery thrilled, but unfulfilled. I needed to share this with a man whowould be non judgmental, just loving. I had also started taking a lowdosage. In the women's restrooms, there were someproblems with the sanitary disposal containers. And in both sets, therewas some contamination inside the "convenience center" vending machines.Not as bad as at the previous day's theater, but enough to make it worthanother advisory. She had not checked those in the first two theaters, andshe probably should do so next time around. With all she had scheduled for the day, they confirmed their earlierdecision not to stay. But she did use her concessions. He used his fingers to open the lips to torment me more as he cleaned every drop. I opened my eyes and saw his cock standing at attention. I couldn't let that go unattended. Quickly, I moved around on his body so I was kneeling over his cock. I reached between my legs, took hold of his shaft, and started the head into the opening of my pussy. He decided enough was enough and took off his blindfold to watch as I surrendered my pussy to him. I lowered my body onto his cock all the way to the base. Quite a professional job. "I do like to put on a show for the neighbours, but the back garden is wall to wall vegatables. I've even had a few ribbons at the county show if you don't mind me blowing my own trumpet." he replied with a smile."I supply a few of the nuns from time to time with some fresh veg when they come down".sister Joanne was intreged, none of the nuns had mentioned this little treasure store, and a variety of food was always welcome."Really Mr Robins, I do have a little.