The evening had started with a lovely meal at her favourite restaurant and she was just a little tipsy. I had given her a few trinkets, nothing of rea...l value."Thank you for a lovely evening," she said with a slight slur."Evenings not over yet," I teased and kissed her.I could see the taxi driver's eyes looking at us in his mirror and I couldn't blame him one bit. Clare was in her prime, her jutting 'd' breasts almost bursting out of her low cut dress and her nylon encased legs seemed to stretch. ” She kissed him, probing his mouth with her tongue then slid it into his warm mouth and swirled it around while his tongue did the same to her mouth. She tightened her grip on his balls and he tightened his grip on her crotch, and rubbed her. He took his mouth from hers with a gasp, “And what is it you don''t want?” “ I don't want to sell my farm.” “ And what do you want?” “ I want you to be my farmhand. I need a guy like you to work for me.” “ What makes you think I'd ever want to be. “What is... all this?” She started the words for me, her fingers gingerly touching the gel in my hair, falling to trace down the tie on my chest. Her eyes passed over the suit I wore, lingering on places that were no longer familiar. “My name is Annelle,” I said. “But inside I have always been an Andrew.” “Oh,” she said, an exhalation, a realization. “I...” What could I say? Here was the woman I had loved, still loved, and I was telling her that I wasn't the woman she had been loving all. Fuck me, Daddy!" and "Yes, Mister Heller, fuck your naughty little girl!" spurred me on and her eyes alternated between lust and delight as our bodies slammed together. We kissed wetly, madly until she began to yelp with pleasure and then as orgasm hit her, Lauren became a wildcat under me -- almost bucking me off of her before her heels dug into my ass cheeks and her arms wrapped around me and pulled me in -- hands pressing my face against her left breast, my mouth sucking at a long, hard.