Terry follows her up, nervous at the impending confrontation. " ... they do have a point though, what were you doing out with a stripper until all ho...urs of the night," said Terry after things had calmed down a bit. "It was a bachelorette party, for God's sake. The one time, when even married people can let their hair down, and have a little fun. I'm not even going to ask what went on at the bachelor party." Terry then described his disastrous experiences at the bachelor party, much to the. He planned a long one.“Would you like something to eat?” I asked.“Um, not right now thanks, I don’t feel very hungry at the moment. I need go for a run and here is a car for sale near my planned route that I might have a look at as well. It would be a bargain if it’s any good. “Ok,” I said, “we can have an early dinner. There’s just the two of us tonight so I will make up a curried chicken if you like.” It was his favourite meal and the others were not so keen on it so we did not have it very. The women were very feminine in those days and that appeals to many TGs, it appeals to me.(PJ) You mention being attracted to realism. I must say, you do a fine job of realizing your desire to be realistic. But given that, all of our writing contains a large element of wish-fulfillment, where do you draw the line? How do you determine if something's realistic or not?(Elaine) I think you make a tough questioner!(PJ) *Glancing over shoulder* (Me? You wouldn't be so impressed if you knew I do all. Her legs and back hurt, her arms ached, and her intertwined feet were agony. But a glance at Gwen, back straight and breasts protruding like grapefruit, so beautiful in her stiff repose, spurred her to further efforts.And she did feel something in her belly, an imagined shape that in a vaporous way seemed to fill her vagina.It seemed hours later that Gwen said, "Enough, Susie. We'll go at it several times a day and in a week you will tremble with eagerness when about to assume the lotus.