Today there was the photocopier incident. And so for today, at least, I'm going to have a go at writing a blog. Now I'm pretty certain that if you're ...reading this that you are alreadya bit bored and you aren't really very interested in me getting up, showering, breakfasting etcetera ... and that the journey to work and the mundane repetitiveness of my day hold very little attraction for you. So what I'm going to do is skip all that and leave you to imagine those bits, if you can be bothered,. I could not, would not, believe it. Each year her company has a dinner to celebrate the past year's successes and recognize the big players. We were invited to go. As we prepared to leave I still could not believe that Mary was cheating. I reviewed the past months in my head and could not see anything.We loved each other. I loved her and trusted her with my life. Looking back, I may have suffered from love blindness. I needed some kind of proof that Mary was unfaithful, some sign that I could. Odd, out of place, a freak. A puzzle piece that doesnot and cannot fit.What was worse was that Trace knew she would never even considerconventional female to male reassignment surgery. Trace knew it wouldjust be a lie. A grotesque cut and paste over the female rather than atrue restoration of the male.Trace Willard. Tracie Willard. Tracey Willard the panty and bra wearinggirlie girl. Just before Trace tipped over into hysterical emotionalpanic, Sergeant First Class Trace Willard stepped into. Wrapping my lips around the rigid shaft, I invited his cock into my throat. All while Chase had walked around Keith and next to Michael. "Why don't you let Jordan take your place for right now? I'm interested in seeing what that cock of his can do" Chase asked Michael. Michael seized his assault, and withdrew his cock from inside of me. Standing up and grabbing Jordan, he threw him down behind me. Without hesitation, the young cock was forced into me. Jordan moaned as he buried himself inside.