At 8 on the dot I was jogging round a local park (several miles from her house, so as not to bump into anyone she knew) when I saw her jogging towards... me... OMG skype really hadn't done her justice, 5' 6" in her trainer's, short red hair (long enough to get a hold of) and the body of a woman 40 years younger (she's 68 to my 34). She stopped by a bench and I ran up and stopped for a breather and a stretch. After some pleasentries she told me how horny she was and didn't like to be out after dark. Last night I think my subconscious brought up the memory to me of myemersion experience as a teenage girl for one reason. It didn't destroymy life. I overcame what my mom had exposed me to and went on to becomea multi-millionaire corporate executive of my own company with abeautiful wife to boot!I understood the risks of treating SGMS with a heavy dose of femalehormones may have on me. When dealing with a foe so hideous as SGMS, Iunderstood combatting it with Estrogen and Progesterone to starve. Confidantes, Markus.Drink, Drink! This shall be your hourly meal, and I shall be it's greatprovider!" she boasted."Look at you using fancy words." Markus said in between servicing one ofhis wife's massive, demonic horsecocks "Guess that one-word-a-daycalendar is paying off after all."She suddenly lifted him into the air, wetting the top half of his bodywith a powerful kiss. "Jeanne! Get the Markus skinsuit for me. We'regoing to have some fun...dear." Jeanne dropped the unused bowl on thetable. Father was banished to sleep on the couch in the living room.Father was immediately intrigued by all the controls in the cockpit. With the manual on his lap, he started pulling the first buttons to steer the boat into the middle of the river and off they went. He learned the finer controls for radio communication as they trawled upstream.Sandy and Tara were giddy about being in France. They were running around the top of the ship. One got the idea to climb on top of the cockpit, and hang down.