Although Iknew Alex was meaning to compliment me it felt more like she wascomplimenting Leanne. Like Leanne was the artist and I was the canvas.The o...nly thing I was responsible for, my voice, didn't pass muster."So, Michelle, do you come here often dressed like this? Have I justnot seen you before? Have you been a crossdresser for a long time or isthis just for Halloween? Are you enjoying being a woman? Do you thinkyou will be doing this more often? Does Chris know you are doing this?"It. I finish brushing your hair. I offer you my hand and lead you to our king size bed. I untie and remove your robe, leaving you standing naked, exposed to my hungry, lust-filled gaze. You sit, and I lick the runaway chocolate from your breasts and thighs, making you giggle as I tickle you slightly.I place a neck pillow on the bed and motion for you to lay face down, ensuring your comfort while I massage you. As you get on the bed and lay face down, I take a moment to stare at the most perfect ass. ” “So, you believe in an afterlife?” “In some form, yes,” she replied. “But, at the funeral, you said the ex hadn’t thought beyond his own existence.” “That was him,” she said. “Not me.” “See, the problem is there are all those rules and rituals. I’m not sure what effect that will have on us.” She took my face in her soft hands and looked into my eyes. “Does it seem like I get wrapped up and rules and rituals?” “Not so far,” I acknowledged. “You and I extend into eternity,” she said. “Our love. I close both my eyes, trusting my face to the girls. I feel a light brush around my wrists, my eyelids bathed in soft washes of the lightest dust, color saturating soft flesh for the first time. "Be gentle, I'm a virgin." I joke, to polite laughs, "Applogies girls, Dad jokes." I attempt to be self deprecating, sitting vulnerable and blind. I feel the heel of Didi's hand resting lightly on my cheek and then a wetter point at the tip of my lid."No worries Mr. Dillard, your jokes are no worse than.