Of her apartment, still I used my foot to closed the door then fumbled to find the lock and lock us in. Then I embraced her hard, as if I would never ...let her go, I responded to her kiss with fiery passion, I pressed myself into her, I grinded my member against he lower stomach and grinded her meaty yoni with my thigh. With all that was going on I still searched my mind for the fantasy of how our first time should be, I found it so I picked her up, she wrapped her legs around me and carried. I finally dared to ask her what she would do and my sweet wife said she would be available and ready for that bastard in the evening.She called him back and they arranged the meeting.I told her my only condition was that I wanted to listen every sound of that sexual meeting with such an old bastard…Ana said she would let her cell phone open for me to listen…She dressed conservative on later afternoon; wearing just a loose skirt and a shirt. Ana smiled weakly at me, saying that stupid old man. Soon after they arrived, someone turned on soft music – jazz or something similar. Doug stood and pulled Cassie to her feet to dance in the sand near their table. He held her close, pressing his cheek against her sweet-smelling hair. She pressed into him, losing herself in his warm skin and the firmness of his arms. The palm trees over their heads whispered softly with the same breeze that lifted wisps of Cassie’s hair up to tickle his nose. ‘I want to be inside you right now,’ Doug whispered. The only way I could handle it was to basically shut down inside.It only got worse when they tried to set me up with a girl for matingpurposes.They tried dominant girls, they tried submissive girls. I found themattractive, but the thought of using the thing between my legs was a non-starter.A girl named Sara, who had been a close friend before my change, even hadthe bright idea of having some dresses made in my size, suggesting that ifI wanted to be girly, I could do that and no one would hate.