I’ve lost count of the men I’ve slept with. Serious relationships are counted on the fingers of one hand, but 1-offs and even longer relationships... I have no idea. I love my husband and my k**s, my jobs, the holidays abroad, our 5-bedroom house, my SUV etc. Sex is ok-ish and I do have a fling with an old ex-workmate of mine from time to time and a season, semi-regular shag-buddy in our Spanish villa. No complaints. But when I masturbate all I think about is how he phuqued me.He was 53 and I was. "Hi, I'm Gavin, I see that you have decided on your new name, Maren. Sohow are you doing?"I was a bit surprised, and told him what I did today."Though gender changes are not the rule with MORFS, it is quite common."Then he asked, "How are you handling switching over to the other side ofthe human race?"I was unsure what to answer. 'Why did he ask me that?'"Maybe he was scanning my thoughts again, because he added, "Besidesbeing a telepath, I'm also a psychologist." I'm not thrilled about some. Comparing a B cup to a D cup is like apples and oranges, though I do love to titty-fuck my wife’s. But I’ve always hoped to catch a glimpse of my s****r-in-law’s body nude. My perfect chance came a few months back while she was visiting with us for the weekend, and it ended up going a little farther than I anticipated. Here goes… Michelle came to visit us for the weekend. She, 23, dark hair with fake tan, voluptuous body with lots of curves, but NOT fat, and oh that chest. My wife, Sandy, 29,. "I'm sorry, they're mine," he confessed as Anne went through his smallbut exotic collection of female attire - a French maid's outfit, whatlooked like a nurse's uniform with a very short skirt and a couple ofskimpy dresses which would have looked more at home on prostitutes.Various items of underwear including thongs, bras, garter belts andstockings and a pair of unfeasibly high platform sandals. At thebottom of the case was a plastic bag with various makeup items tocomplete the collection. .