I chose a public place. The local Morrisons supermarket cafe - I know - real romantic!I got here early and sat in the car park for ages just waiting, ...nerves getting the better of me.Should I call it off, do I really want to meet him. We have some really racey conversations on line, why spoil it.I went in and loitred around the cafe entrance and as I looked up I saw this amazing man walking towards me. That must be him I thought. As he smiled at me and I smiled back there was the confirmation.We. I wanted to have myself stretched a bit and wet for Joshua. I knew that his enormous cock would spread me wide and I wanted to make sure I was ready for him. I laid on the kitchen table and began thrusting the cucumber slowly into my pussy. It was quite large. Even though I was wet it still took some effort to be able to accept its girth.After a few thrusts, I pushed harder on it and it slid farther inside me. I was glad no one else was home because I moaned and squealed loudly as it spread me. I even purged all her stuff a time or two. But inevitably the unquenchable need to be Jennifer always came back, and it would come back stronger and quicker each time I tried to deny her.Truth be told, I am glad I attempted to get rid of Jennifer. Because my failure to do so has affirmed that she is who I am and who I was meant to be. The fact that my desire to be a woman would never go away, but had become instinctual helped prove to me that I was never truly a Jeff, but always a Jenn. She. Sorry it was a bit ribald, though, if unintentional.”“Don’t be sorry. I’m not a girl, Mr. Barnes. I can handle a well-placed euphemism. Or a dirty joke. Nothing wrong with having fun.” She lowered her voice, “Just between us, though. Don’t want Mr. Sanchez hearing that.” Mr. Sanchez was the shift supervisor, a bit of a strict boss but not a cruel one. Meadow was happy to be professional and avoid risking offense, but Mr. Barnes was a special man who deserved some levity when she could offer it..