It was unclear what she was thinking, but I knew she had something on her mind. "It seems we are in a fucked situation. You love me, and I love you, b...ut you are married to someone you love as well. I'm sorry I've been clingy, I can't help it. I don't want you to resent me," she told me. "Are you breaking up with me?" I wondered, as another tear made an appearance. Even though it would be a way out, my desires were still to be with her. The sex never went downhill, and our social relationship. (Debi) I was told once, by another author, that my writing isn't valid, because I haven't experienced TG issues in real life!(elrodw) Debi, I haven't either. That didn't stop me! (Debi) I'm a genetic girl. Does an author have to be TG to write realistic material?(*Anne-Mal) No one has the right to say someone's writing isn't valid!(Bashful) I agree! I have people who like my stories, that's all the validation that I need, now I want to write better stories. (Debi) Anne, this person's logic is. I would look at a table and say things like blue with lace or a pink T-strap. I would repeat it the way the women were thinking it. At one table I looked and said white silk and white silk with frills. A woman at the table said out loud, "You got mine wrong." She did have a big smile on her face.I smiled back and told her that I didn't. "Your husband is wearing the frilly white ones." He looked embarrassed and she looked mad. "I told you to stop wearing my panties. You keep stretching them. She would lightly massage my balls, slip my foreskin back and forward as well as sliding her hand behind my balls and gently massaging my anus before inserting s finger part way in.I would reciprocate by towelling her off after her shower and apply the same light oil to her body taking particular care with her breasts and her nipples. I would extend the same care with her pussy ensuing her inner lips were lightly massaged with the oil. She also liked her bum to be oiled as with me she likes her.