Was I meant to be a women? Before I knew it, Carol was done. I looked in the mirror and saw the face of a women. I wasn't the most beautiful women but... I looked good.“Carol, why did you go to all trouble to make me into a woman.”Carol said “I could tell from our conversations that I seemed more feminine than masculine. I decided to give you the opportunity to explore my feminine side. To further help you, I invited a friend Tom over for lunch. You might like him. It will give you a good. But she stayed over on Tuesday night, and on Thursday and Friday nights. So I wasn't complaining, we really were beginning to be very comfortable in each other's company.On Wednesday evening Lucy phoned me to tell me that Pete wasn't coming home as expected, in just over a week, but that he'd put it off for a week. I wasn't really that interested, but I hoped it would work out for her. I hoped that this Pete would be decent about it, go off to Edinburgh and live happily ever after with whoever. We go to the pool to rise off then back to the tub to soak. I tell her that I want to try her ass. She said that she had never done that before so I told her well I guess it is about time you do. So we go up to her bedroom and she lies down face first with her legs spread and her sweet brown eye looking right at me so I get down on my knees behind her and start to lick all around her tight little rear door. as I lick I start to jab in deeper and deeper now the hole is getting moist so I stick. All the while Mammy kept up with her task of washing us down and I was sure that I could hear her crooning some melody as she looked on approvingly at our actions.Kathy paused her embrace of me much to my disappointment and stepping out of the bath commanded of Mammy to remove her blouse which had become soaked. Mammy did as she was told without hesitation and I was treated to the sight of a pair of luscious black breasts that were heaving I assumed from the exertions of her efforts in applying.