We need to get you out of those pants immediately." Suiting actions to words, she got his pants open, zipper undone, and down to his knees before he t...hought to stop her.Seeing the hunger in her eyes as his cock sprang free though, he decided to help, rather than hinder. He removed his shirt, as she stared, glossy eyed, at his turgid penis. Her lips moved wordlessly as she adjusted her glasses on her nose, admiring his manhood. Finally she looked up to him, "May I?" A nod from him was all it. We had two kids and I always joked saying, “We fucked two times and have two kids.” Not too far from the truth there. As I said, our celibacy turned to years. We have not touched each other for twelve years now. Not because of my doing, I would try, and would get an answer like, “Why?” She really knew how to kill a man’s libido. It would get me to just give up and say why try. The love that I had for her has long gone, and really, the only reason I stay now is for the kids. I have to say my. The socks were white ankle socks with different colored golftees embroidered around the cuff. The golf shoes, from Lady Fairway,were white and red. Also on the bed was a fussy straw hat with a bandmade of silk flowers that coordinated with the colors of his shortsset. Bob put on the white cotton VS panties and white padded sports braalong with a pair of shiny pantyhose in a suntan color. Over hisfeminine undies Bob reluctantly put on the rest of the outfit from thebed. Once he had the shorts. It's surprising how much of your former self you can choose to live without. Shamani sorted the paperwork, I still don't know how. He got everything changed, and I became a real person again. I learnt to drive, took my CBT, my full bike licence and by the time I was twenty was the proud owner of a bright red Suzuki Bandit. I bought a flat around the corner from Shamani's, just a place to have my post go, a garage to park my bike. Money comes from somewhere. I still craft silver things, only.