She was doing the backstroke, and she moved faster than I ever could've imagined. I'd seen swimming at the Olympics, of course, but seeing on TV didn'...t come close. Watching her backstroke through the water was like watching a motorboat-except this motorboat was powered by sheer muscle. It was riveting.I shouldn't have come. That was my first thought. If I was intimidated by her before this-and I was-this was even more intimidating. I thought about leaving-but I was riveted. After I came to the. I could make out that her pussy was cleanly shaved after clicking some photos I asked both Rita and Meta to pose together. Rita got on top of Meta shoulders and took off her top.I quickly took photos now both the girls were tired and the toddy was taking effect malls told that she wanted to pose with me. I said ok and took off my jeans and t shirt now we both were in our lingerie. Rita came near me and I held her from behind like in titanic. I could smell her sweet perfume and it was making me. But it was without a photo. Being pre-digital there was no way I could get a photograph of me developed at the local shop! I got no results. It went very quiet. I had built up a small wardrobe of clothes and footwear. I had one wig, a blonde one. Not good quality, but wearing it helped me feel feminine. I was dressing alone, at home.Then I got a message from an older guy called David, in North Manchester. He wanted to meet. I invited him around to the house ( very risky, but I was a bit naïve).. I was there five days before I got up and dressed. The nurses freaked out and called the doctors, all trying to reason with me.I stood as tall as I could and looked them in the eye. “My wife is being buried today. I intend to be there. Try to stop me and I’ll sue this place into oblivion. We clear?” It helped that I had Michael, Miguel, Jose and Dan with me, each giving off the cop/street-thug glare.They compromised, giving me a portable IV and sending a nurse along with me.There was a.