I am grateful for the bed as my knees shake, threatening to buckle at any point. Little moans and whimpers escape my mouth, only to be dampened to a v...olume that only we can hear, allowing us to be discrete. My breathing is shallow and hitches every now and then. I want you inside me. I need you inside me. You have started a fire that cannot be sated by touch alone. Suddenly, your touch is gone, and I whimper, only to gasp and groan as you slide your member into me quickly. You stay still,. He thinks you’re Ok.’ Rick concludes with a frown. Janet looks into Rick’s hazel eyes smiling. ‘You know you didn’t have any moves. I allowed you to go out with me.’ ‘Hey, think what you want, I know I got the prettiest blonde in the world to go out with me. How else would that happen if I didn’t have game?’ Rick states pushing out his chest. Michael leans back in the loveseat admiring the couple’s banter. He can only imagine, after thirty year of marriage, how they still have the passion for. Slipping it over my shoulders and gently pulling it down over my breasts I feel so feminine and happy and turning to give a twirl I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, Alanya a middle aged Transvestite living her dream. My little box of jewellary consists mainly of bracelets and necklaces, nothing of value just things I enjoy wearing, unfortunately some of my bits and pieces have been broken in gay abandonment when I have been lost in the moments of single minded passion, but I don’t mind. Wait a minute though, mum and dad had been at her funeral and that didn't make any kind of sense at all, they'd been dead for over four years!A little Asian chap was leaning over me placing a stethoscope on my chest,"Danny, how do you feel?" I'm not dead am I?"He laughed and shook his head,"No Danny, you're not dead" You're not dead either, are you sweet Jen?" No bruv" the tears were falling like bloody rain now, "No Danny I'm not even nearly dead!" Shit and I got all dressed up for the.