An hourlater I felt surprising better about the process. Somehow having expelledthe dirty material from my opening changed its function.I'd found that... there were different reasons why women enjoyed anal sex.I'd allowed that I might become aroused by anal sex, by the thought thatI was submitting to some extent. But I was by myself. My bum was clearlypart of my new feminine identity. I'd previously overlooked the openingbetween my cheeks. Now I saw it as part of my anatomy. The prejudice ofmy. We head to the old favorite watering hole and I ask her if she wants a drink, "No, just ice tea... I have to work this afternoon you know?" We order and chit chat hearing news that I never heard like she divorced with one k** at home, Todd is her mother's brother, she's had it with hew last boy friend, she likes it when I come in because unlike most of the guys I treat her like a lady and a person with no sexual connotations, and finally, Todd like me as well."Are you married?" she ask. "No it. The more I thought about it though, the more I wanted to know how she would react, so the next day on my way home from work I stopped by the bar and had a long talk with the bartender. For a hundred bucks and the promise of a hundred more he agreed to put Margie and her friends at a table up front and to set up my video camera so that it would tape them.It was three in the morning when the garage door opened up and brought me out of a sound sleep and I watched through half shut eyes and. .."His words float over me and coat me in a warm glaze of warmth and comfort. He nuzzles closer pressing his hips into me.I feel his hardness strong and solid against my buttox. But he only holds me. He doesn't thrust his manhood against me the way a younger man would. He is a patient lover. He has nowhere to be, and is in no hurry to get anywhere.My Man is content to hold me in semi-slumber cooing sweetness to me in the dark gray light of winter twilight. His hands wander over my blood-warm.