’ I felt the pressure in my belly build as the tension built up. I shattered, convulsing around his beautiful cock with my pussy muscles and crying ...out a string of unintelligible obscenities. He continued to fuck me, slowly and gently, as I came down from my orgasmic high. ‘I want you in my mouth,’ I said. ‘Please…’ He eagerly obliged and laid his back on the plush mattress. I crawled between his legs and took his cock in my hand. I looked into his eyes as I guided his shaft all the way into my. It is high in the mountains, accessible at this time of year by four wheel drive vehicle or sleigh. We could have come by train and the resort would have sent out a sleigh for us, like they did on our honeymoon over two decades ago. The practical side of me decided to save a little money and have Robert drive our own SUV. When we told friends about our favorite inn, named for the indigenous tribe Rimonateague, Robert insisted on sharing the same inside joke. “Even though the area is named for. She finished snapping me up and stood, wrapping me in her arms, being careful for my healing ribs."You're MY dream, Dave." She helped me to the chair in my living room. I was definitely hobbling better, but it was still a wheelchair journey. In another week, though, I could begin putting some more weight on the bad leg.I was sitting in my chair, Ronni washing my face with a cloth when Rena knocked at the door with breakfast. Entering the house, her nostrils flared and she smiled."Hi, Mom,". . My psychiatrist said I was punishing myself, trying to shame myself into suicide, or something like that ... I used to think it was part of hiding who I was, and that those urges would go away once I had my true body...”She smiles, takes a breath and then continues... “But, ahh, since the op I’ve felt the same way ... I managed to avoid it for a year, and then I thought – ‘if I’m going to do it, I should be as open about that as I am about my sexuality’ ... So I want to do this, on camera, on.