These mustbe your wives. I guess you got the call as well?"The four of them turned, and saw Woodward, now clearly transitioned towomenhood. She was we...aring a less-than-figure-flattering dark redsweater-dress that went down to her knees, dark hose, and ballet styleflats. She had pink-tinted fake diamond earrings, and a matching necklaceand her blonde hair went down to her shoulders.Richard tried to sound casual as he asked, "So, you did it. Transitioned.What do you call yourself?" Brianna," she. And she's only told him about it! That's one of the things about him, he knows people, he knows stuff. He's cool. He hates women being exploited, and keeps an eye on things at some of the clubs, so that they don't end up with trolls and numpties when they're out of it or just vulnerable. So we decide he's all right, and he gets the nod. And, very important for us, he says he's done a fair bit of fisting, and it's one of his favourite things! We don't discuss it exactly, but both of us are. Is this really true, though? Could the truth lie somewhere within today’s man’s loss of natural competition in everyday life, and a desire to maintain a level of competition after marriage or “monogamy”? Is this weakness, or rather the ultimate confidence? Cuckholding aside, because this aspect of the fantasy requires a bit more in terms of a “woman led” relationship, and a bit more from the man in terms of a desire for mental sadomasochism, a good majority of men enjoy the idea that they have. She agreed and came closer to me. I kept my right hand on her shoulder and pulled her very close. Her boobs crushed against my body. I thought she might feel awkward but that didn’t happen. We said goodbye and left.After coming home, I masturbated three times imagining her boobs. I was restless, I wanted to fuck her at any cost.After a couple of days, I called her and asked her to come to my place. She asked me the reason. I was like, “I got a day off, have nothing to do the entire day and my.