She missed the way he treated her. She missed his BIG black cock, and the way he used it on her. In stark contrast, her husband had never been good in... bed. She'd overlooked that; made excuses---he worked hard, he was tired, etc. but the fact had always remained: her husband was simply preoccupied with himself more than with her, or their daughter. In the last four years he had lost his ability to get, or hold on to, an erection; and this had precipitated quite a number of bitter evening yelling. That feeling, that sensation provoke ideas.I waited for a Friday night just like she’s been watching me I been discreetly noticing her too. I have spied and track down her routes, her check and time schuelud she is very routine for the most part. Usually, on Friday she usually comes home late by an hour or so. I don’t know if it’s because she takes a different route, or she stops and gets lunch with someone who knows but is almost like with no doubt she will be coming in late. So, I take my. " I began to retort, but was interrupted."No it's not different!" Susie answered. "We want you to be a girl andcan't have you picking and choosing when you'll be one. I'm happy to be aboy all the time, and I want you to be happy to be a girl!"I decided it wasn't going to be worth the effort to point out that actingand dressing as a boy was much easier for her than for me to act anddress as a girl."So what are you asking me to do?" I asked."I want you to be proud to be a girl," she replied.. Middle aged and denying it, I figured. Still, she wasn't too bad to look at, and I like mature curvy women anyway. It could certainly be worse!We introduced ourselves and got down to showing the house. She seemed quite friendly, almost flirty. I'm not used to being flirted with, so I assumed it was just my horny imagination mixed with a little bit of ego. At least, that's what I thought at first...She was showing me something in the kitchen. To be honest, I wasn't paying a lot of.