As Jane sat alongside him, he studied both rider and horse. Unlike the last time they met, she was now dressed in black male attire, thigh length ridi...ng boots, black cloak, and her raven hair curled up under a tricorn hat.“That is a magnificent beast you are astride,” Davey said as he leaned over and stroked its mane. Like his own mount, it was jet black and a good seventeen hands high.“His names Shadow, he can gallop like the wind, with the grace of a gazelle,” said Jane, with pride in her. "Okay lover, do me just like you did Sue. She has never came like that before and I want to experience that same feeling. See? I told you married guys knew what the fuck to do when it comes to fucking girls."As she said that last part she was lowering down on my mouth. Her thinly trimmed pussy beckoning to my senses. I tasted my third pussy in over ten years, and the second in a matter of minutes. The last time I had eaten my wife had been several months ago on our anniversary. She hadn't liked. Plus, as an added benefit, you get back almost 30 years of life to live." "But as a woman?" Jim's mind was swirling. The job - damn if it wasn't an attractive offer. But taking it meant becoming a woman."Half the population is `stuck' being female. And doesn't seem to mind." The old woman smiled as if she could read the turmoil in Jim's mind. "Why don't you think about it, and give me an answer in the morning?"Jim started to agree, then he frowned. "But I'm a .... How can I leave like. “Well now, aren't you miss high and mighty,” he laughed. “but I wasn't hitting on you. Just being polite.” She turned and stared at him. He was sprawled across the plastic seat next to her, a rakish grin fixed on his face. Her brain screamed he was trouble, but his incorrigible behaviour made her smile. “Henry,” he said, offering her his hand. “Julie,” she replied. He shook her hand, then leaned in to kiss it before she could pull away. He threw her that dashing smile again and she had to.