" She said you might come, but you were late." Just got off," I said. "You not going out?" Can't be bothered," she said. "Thought I'd stay in and read... a bit."Read? These people didn't read. Only the tabloid newspapers. This was in the days before smartphones, so at least even the really dumb ones did look at a bit of print now and then."What you reading?"She picked up a paperback and showed me. Lady Chatterley's Lover. The most famous dirty book of the pre-sex era, if sex started in 1963, as. But then it hit me. He was not talking justabout himself. He was describing my feminine future to me. The perm oftoday was not going to be the end of my trip into femininity. The Summerwas just starting. Just as my girlishness was just starting. I had thefeeling that there were many, many more steps to come in my instructionin the womanly arts. Some, like the perm, would be new and thrilling,and some, like Max' description of his periods and tampon training,would be new and daunting. And. As if seeing my wife being fucked by some teenaged boy wasn't bad enough, the image of Beth lying there, legs spread wide while her mother ate her pussy and she sucked her boyfriends cock kept replaying in my mind. My little girl was a slut!Okay, okay, I know that I'd had some pretty erotic thoughts about Beth and I'd had some pretty damned strong fantasies of the two of us fucking and sucking up a storm, but I never acted on any of those fantasies; she was my baby for Christ's sake. I never. He cupped my tits, and I reached back and squeezed his ass. I could feel him ejaculating inside of me, plus he pushed harder and I moaned louder when he came.Exhausted and sweaty we both collapsed. He turned to me and said, "Oh Tammy, I think I love you. That was great."I looked at him. "Mike, that was great and I think I'm in love with you too." We kissed each other. We lay there for a few more minutes to catch our breaths, then we got up and put our clothes on. He looked at me while I was.