Brushing my teeth felt good. Putting on a skirt and blouse, I reveled in wearing what I felt like wearing without worrying about what my father would ...say. When I was dressed, I looked in the mirror. I was still me, but I looked different somehow. Maybe it was my eyes.Opening the door, I was thrust into the sunshine. I was on a sheltered stretch of deck, out of the wind, and I could really feel the warmth. Seattle was never quite warm enough. Here it could almost be too hot, but I liked it, even. I said whatever I want? She said yes. I hugged her tight to feel her boos and patted her ass. She said nothing ran away. Then I was really scared and was worried that she might not come again. And she didn’t come next day. For 3 days she didn’t come. When she returned she came asked sorry and told me that she was out of town. I pretended to be angry she came closer to me kissed me on cheek and hugged me tight and said sorry. Her intention was clearly to make me feel her boos. Then we started. I have always remembered her as plump, chubby cheeks, five feet ten and weighed about 180 pounds. She is plain looking but kind of sweet too. She has an average pair of boobs. But coming to think about her now, what excited me about her most is her round big bottom, the thick thighs and broad hip. The thick pubic hair, and a dough-nut like abdomen with the navel at the centre were the parts I must caress at the start of our sexual foreplay. Even before our sexual intimacy we were never strong. Rich was a good looking man, about 6’2“ tall with dark brown hair and white sides. He was fifty-six years old and quite fit.We finally got outside and into a van they had, and started to their place about an hour away outside a little town called Ooltawah. I sat in the back between the two wives, holding hands with them and talking to all of them.Julie would run her hand under my kilt and stroke me once in a while with her husband watching and smiling, and asking me things like what kind of.