We both took that defeat quite hard. It was my last gasp effort atgiving her a real girl's body. All I had left to try was feminizingthis body and t...rying to live as a woman. I was hopeful at first, but Ilost my enthusiasm after awhile. It was obvious that is wasn't reallyhelping Maggie. I think she did try to make a go of it, but it's nearlyas impossible for a little girl to live in a grown woman's world, as itis for her to live in a boy's world. She didn't have the maturity orexperience. My wife’s head fell back a bit and her mouth opened just a little to let her tongue wet her lips. Rose continued the massage and I could see that her other hand went down to my wife’s legs and pussy. I looked under the table and saw Rose fingers working my wife’s, very wet, clit and pussy.She then pulled out one of my wife’s tits from her top and started to lick and suck her nipple not stopping the clit-massage for even a second. My wife was now moaning loudly and she suddenly let her hand. Once we got in my car, we started to make out. I lived only a few minutes away from where we were and drove us there. We went inside making out as we did. Once inside, she followed me to the bedroom.She pulled off her shirt and dropped her pants before jumping on my bed. She was not wearing a bra, but did have on panties. I disrobed and joined her on the bed too. She immediately took my cock into her mouth. She was pretty decent at sucking cock. I fingered her as she did. She then pushed me. I shouted back up to Ann, “White or red?”"Make it white, I don’t want you to spill red wine on the carpet.” It was a long day and I was beat, so I slowly made my way up the stairs toward the bedroom. Ann frequently took naps after work before fixing dinner. I walked through the door saying, “Here’s your wine... Suddenly I dropped the glass with it splashing on the carpet. Unfolding in front of me was a picture of every man’s wildest wet dream. Before me in this dimly lit bedroom lit by candles.