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Feminizer disease takes my body over by Terry Hansay Chapter 20 I packed up my stuff and as I was getting off the elevator in the kitchen I saw Steve standing ready for me. I could see his bra was still on. Our eyes connected and Steve said, "Terri, would you mind if I wore my bra while I drive you home?" For some reason, I had no problem at all and expected him to have the pretty bra on yet. I told him I had no problem at all, that it looked pretty. Steve was so relieved and happy, he had a big smile. He looked at George and said, "See I told you I found a keeper. She is a sweetie." Off we went as Steve drove me home. I kept looking at him. He seemed so proud of his bustline, shoulders back projecting his figure, much like me. We are two of a kind I thought, two men having pretty bustlines. Steve walked me to the door, then came the moment. I thought, "Will he kiss me? Oh please just kiss me you hunk!" I was so nervous. I really wanted him to hold me tight and kiss me right on the lips. Wow, what is going on in my brain? I looked at him with approval and he read me. He grabbed my waist and pulled me in for that first kiss. Wow, I melted, I loved it! He was so strong and such a good kisser. As he released me, he was looking for my approval, I thought, "What better way than to just hug and kiss him back?" I knew right then this man turned me on and I wanted him even more. He helped me into the house. I was weak in the knees. He said good-bye to my wife and me, saying what a wonderful time he had with me today, and hoped to do it again very soon. I melted hearing him say all that while looking at the double heart necklace he gave me. He knew how to treat a woman or a man in my case. After he left, my wife started jumping up and down all excited. "Teri, how sweet was all that. I saw him kiss you on the lips and you kissed him right back. I want to hear every last detail of your date!" I fell on the couch exhausted from all that happened, telling Cathy what an exciting, fun day I had. I started holding up my new necklace. She got all excited asking where I got that from, I said, "Him"! "Yes, we went to the mall after leaving here. He actually bought this for me plus we went to Victoria's Secret and he bought me my same nightie but in a different color." I pulled it out of the VS bag, I was so excited. Cathy said, "Terri tell me all your emotions of your first kiss, dear. What was it like? I remember my first kiss in senior high." I must have looked like a teenage girl, beaming with a huge smile, practically jumping out of my skin just thinking about my first kiss. "Cathy, he is a fabulous kisser! He hugged me into his body with his strong arm around my waist and planted a kiss right on my lips that made me melt. He is such a good kisser I can't even explain how wonderful it was! I can't wait until he kisses me again!" Cathy gave me a big hug saying how proud she was of me, how wonderful I was doing adjusting to femininity and my new womanhood. I told her about his huge house, George his chef and house manager, the elevator, everything. "Cathy my head is spinning with so much going on with him!" I said. Cathy looked at me and said, "Terri, was Steve wearing a bra?" I got shy and said, "Yes, he and his son are crossdressers." I looked at Cathy for a reaction but nothing. I said, "Don't you find that ironic?" Cathy shook her head, saying, "No. That is how I met Steve and his son, at the Brooke Institute while he and his son were getting therapy mainly for his son's crossdressing. The Institute is helping Steve deal with his son plus Steve's own desire to wear lingerie." Boy was I relieved to hear that Cathy understood and accepted Steve's other side! It sounds like we are all going to the same "school." Cathy went on to say after meeting Steve at the Instituted she asked him to be my partner at the Institute training dance where I met him. He is all "wired" to understand your disease and he really knows his own desires to wear bras and girdles. Cathy looked at me saying, "And I see he was wearing a bra just now. Has he explained his desires to wear bras to you Terri?" I told her, "Yes and I was OK with it. In fact I liked his new look, having a bustline. It looked very cute on him. Plus he says he only wears a bra with forms at home." Well, Cathy popped right in saying, "He was here and wearing a bra. Out of his house, in ours with a bra on. I could see how lacey it was under his shirt, plus he had a large projecting bustline, like yours Terri." I did not know what to say, other then I was OK with him wearing a bra and lingerie and knowing his son is a crossdresser. I told Cathy I have become very very lenient with different desires and lifestyles of people. Just look at me. Cathy leaned over and hugged me saying what a good girl I was, understanding Steve's other desires, making him comfortable. I continued to talk about our pool party, the house, the whole event. So much happened and I was cool with it all. I told my wife the Institute has trained me well. She smiled and said, "Yes they have Dear." The work week started and of course the girls wanted to know what happened at the pool party. I did not tell them everything. After all a girl has to have some secrets. The girls were all blown way that Steve took me shopping on our first date and got the necklace. Of course I had it on, showing it off to everyone. Tuesday night my wife scheduled me for a new class at the Institute, a modeling class. So off we went for my training on how to be a model. My teacher said I was a natural with my long legs and feminine demeanor. We practiced walking with a book on our heads. Wow did that project my bustline and create a beautiful walk! I loved the feeling, wishing I could walk like this all the time. After class my wife and I went downstairs to the ice cream shop and guess who was there? Yes, Steve and his son. I checked Steve out quickly to see if he was wearing a bra. No bra on him, but his son was all decked out in "everything." His son did not look like a son at all, tonight he was Paula. He was a perfect teenage girl tonight. Steve jumped right up and came right over to the counter. With his big smile, I just knew he was going to kiss me. I was ready. Yep, he did and I loved it! Although it was on the cheek, I loved it. He asked us to join him and his son, of course we said yes. Steve introduced Paul, his son to us. We all smiled and greeted him or should I say her. Paul was beautiful in a form fitting shapely dress, jewelry everywhere and his hair and makeup was to die for. He really looked good. I was wondering if this Institute also gave him CD therapy to listen to at night like me. We all made small talk. Paul or Paula was here tonight for a makeup lesson. It sure looked good on him, he learned a lot. He seemed so at ease with his crossdressing, like he had been doing it forever. He looked wonderful, we all told him. One of the nurses came over and said, "Paula, we are ready for your weekly shot." I thought to myself, is he on estrogen shots like me. Boy he is going all the way with this crossdressing? Paula and Steve excused themselves and went with the nurse. But before Steve left, he whispered in my ear, "How about a date this weekend sexy"? I melted as I looked into his eyes saying, "Of course Steve, call me." Off Steve and his son went. I almost had to slap myself, as I was checking out Steve's ass, his walk. I think it was turning me on. He has the cutest fanny, so tight and muscular. Wow, am I really wired to have those women's thoughts? My wife saw my "puppy love" look and she knew exactly what I was looking at. After I sat down and regained my composure, Cathy asked me what he whispered in my ear. "Steve asked me out on another date this weekend," I said. Cathy grabbed my hands and said, "You lucky girl, another date with your new boyfriend. I hope you said yes, Terri?" I looked back at Cathy saying, "Do you really think he is my boyfriend? Can I have a boyfriend? I am married to you!" Cathy said in a sweet mellow tone, "Terri, yes you can have a boyfriend, it is all part of your disease treatment and very important that you allow these feminine emotions to develop. This will help beat your disease, Dear." I guess I was happy, but really confused and Cathy knew it. We finished our ice cream and went home. The next day my head was spinning, I didn't feel good. I called in a sick day at work, layed around the house, did some wash, and surfed the Internet researching my disease. After reading many web sites on my Feminizer disease, I got the feeling that most men never return to manhood. The transformation into womanhood to beat the disease is too deep and very hard to change the brain and body back. Plus many men love the new lifestyle and don't want to return to being a man. This concerned me a lot. How could I stay a woman? What would my wife think and would she want a real husband? Furthermore, could I handle being a woman the rest of my life? My brain was spinning. On one hand, I loved being a woman and the attention everyone gave me, especially Steve. I loved the new clothes and now loved shopping. I could get used to this way of life, maybe. But what about my wife? Could she handle me being a woman? How would I fit into her life? I need to talk about this with someone at the Institute. I think they can help me understand what is happening in my brain. I drifted off to take a nap and was dreaming of being with Steve for the rest of my life. This was real strange, but I liked it. The whole idea made me feel good, warm, needed. I wonder if my dream will come true? That night Steve called to set our second date this coming weekend. He wanted to hang around his pool and relax. I had no problem with that. His house is a castle and I am treated like a princess. He said he would pick me up at 3 PM Saturday and to bring my suit. Cathy was all excited for me. She encouraged me to relax and let Steve work his charms on me, experience what a real gentleman can do for a woman. I was confused, thinking what does she mean, "What a real gentleman can do for me?" Thursday night my wife and I went back to the Institute for our gym night. I asked if I could schedule a time to meet with a therapist. Cathy looked confused and wanted to know what I wanted to see their therapist for? I pulled Cathy off into a room and broke down. I told her I have every strong feelings for Steve, sexual, nurturing feelings, like a wife might have for her husband. I told Cathy I basically wanted to live with him, satisfy his every masculine and feminine need. "I think I am in love with him but how could that be?" I asked Cathy. Cathy hugged me and told me I was developing just perfectly into a very pretty woman. My feelings were perfectly normal for a woman and that I should not fight them. These feelings will help me beat my disease. I looked into her eyes and I could not believe I said, "Cathy what happens if I want to stay a woman, not beat this disease?" Cathy smiled and said, "Terri, dear, remember what I said, whatever makes you happy. I will work with you. I am on your side. I am here for you." Cathy said she would arrange an appointment with an Institute therapist and they will be able to help me sort out my new feelings and emotions. I felt much better after our talk. I could not believe how helpful she was, comforting with my "problem." Cathy said we had to stop by Nurse Sally's office for my weekly shots tonight. Sally did our weekly "thing," weighted me, measured me, took blood and "looked around" my body. After giving me my two shots and my weekly bottle of pills, Sally thought my development was going just fine. My blood test showed my disease was peaking but stable, under control. She was concerned that my breasts were developing fuller and larger. She thought maybe they will reduce the estrogen pills. She was still surprised I was still wearing those 50's pointed bras and suggested I might want to get a bigger cup size since I was spilling out of my bra. I think girls call those "muffin tops," my breasts coming out of my bra cups. Cathy hugged me saying "Hasn't she developed such a pretty figure Sally? I agree Terri is falling out of her bra. We will stop by Mary's Bra and Shape Shop and see what Mary suggests. We do want the best support for Terri's 'girls'." I didn't say a word. I was confused and nervous that my breasts were still developing. While driving home I asked Cathy how big my breasts would develop. She laughed and said, "Remember what Nurse Sally said early on? "You could develop a very shapely figure with the estrogen we have you on, you know to cure your disease, of course." "Don't worry Terri, they make bigger bras than what you are wearing today. Shapely women are very attractive to men, dear. We will go shopping tomorrow after work and maybe buy you another cute bathing suit for your date Saturday," Cathy said. "Cathy, do you think we could buy a different kind of bra? One that will not lift my breasts so high and not make them so pointed? I remember the sales girl in Victoria's Secret talking about the nice feminine bounce one of their bras gives and how much I might like to try it," I asked. Cathy popped right back saying, "Yes we can look at Mary's Bra and Shape Shop, but your shape and support is very important and I know how much you enjoy your retro pointed bustline. Plus you know Steve loves your figure just the way you are." I'm not sure what that all meant, but larger breasts might be fun. Did I think that? The next day, Friday night Cathy and I went to Mary's Bra and Shape Shop to buy new bras or at least to get measured to see if Mary thought I need a bigger bra. The first words out of her mouth as we walked in the store, "Terri, you look so pretty and your figure is a perfect silhouette of a woman your age. What can I do for you today?" Again Cathy popped right in saying, "Terri's nurse thinks he needs a larger bra. She is falling out of her cups." Mary giggled and grabbed my hand pulling me into the dressing room. "Terri, you know the drill girl, take off your pretty blouse and show me the problem, Dear." I undressed with her in the room, didn't seem to care this time about undressing in front of Mary. She quickly saw the problem, "Oh girl, you do have a problem. Why didn't you come in sooner? That must be uncomfortable," Mary said. After measuring me Mary smiled saying, "Terri, we have a new delivery of very pretty bras I think you will love." I tried to ask for a different shaped bra, but my wife stepped right in saying, "Terri just loves those retro bras. I sure hope they come in her new size." Mary turned and with a big smile said, "of course Cathy, they come in many sizes and are so pretty. Terri will love these new retro bras." I guess I was not getting a softer cup bra. I did ask Cathy why I could not get a softer rounder cup. My wife got very serious and said, "Terri, we know what is best for your figure. These bras are very pretty and very supportive, which you need now." As I thought, those Institute CD's really got me programmed. I did not ask again and accepted the retro bras when Mary brought them back in the dressing room. These new retro bras are really new, even more feminine than my last ones. There was lace all over them and they were very pink and girly I thought. Plus the matching panties were like a small panty girdle. Mary helped me put on the new bra. Wow, it fit perfectly. I really filled out the new DD cups! Both Mary and my wife were giggly with excitement that the new size fit so well. Mary encouraged me to bend over again and adjust my "girls" better in the cups. Mary proclaimed, "Terri, I think you are developing more. You have a new bra size. Be proud of your figure dear. Such a lucky girl you are!" Cathy also announced I was going on my second date with Steve, another pool party and I needed another sexy bathing suit. Mary brought in three new suits for me to try on. This time they were all bikini type suits. I looked at Cathy with concern, asking if that was what I wanted. Cathy smiled saying, "Terri, I think it's time to show off your assets even more. Don't worry about your "little guy" showing down there. Mary has a little panty shaper you can wear to hide the "little guy." Now I was really nervous, here I was stripping down getting into this very little skimpy bathing suit. Mary left the room, good thing. My wife helped me on with the suits. They really showed off my feminine figure and yes, they were almost like my retro bras, very pointed and supportive. Cathy stepped back saying this suit was perfect, we will take it. It was very nice, white with pink and yellow flowers all over. The top was built like my bras with underwires, bra straps and hooking in the back just like a bra, same bra hooks. Yes, you could not tell I had a "little guy" down there, he was packed away. "He" was so small now I could hardly find it. Cathy was so pleased I thought she was going to buy me two. She said we have to get you a beach bag, sandals, a cover-up and maybe a hat would be pretty. Mary jumped in saying we have all those here and they even match. Cathy got all excited and took me out into the store to find them, while I was in this very small bathing suit. I felt naked, exposed, like I had no clothes on. Mary found all those items. I was all decked out. The sandals had heels and did they make my hips swing as I walked! I was a vision of loveliness in my sheer thin wrap and very feminine hat. As we drove home I again asked Cathy why I couldn't buy a softer bra, so that my breasts were not so pointed. She got so mad telling me she knew best for me and that I need to just calm down and listen to her. I thought I was going to cry. Tears were coming down my face. She apologized for her outburst, told me how much she loves me and she is only helping me try to beat my disease. We got home and called it a night. Cathy said I had a big day tomorrow. She made an appointment for me at the beauty salon in the morning. I looked at her. My look was saying, "Why do I need a makeover for my second date like last time?" Cathy looked at me with her look of authority, came over and hugged me saying, "Terri, I know what is best for you. Please listen to me. Look how good you are doing so far. I have your best interests in mind." I knew I was going to do what she wanted me to do. I seemed to be programmed to follow her every wish or command. I went upstairs and put my new purchases away. I got all excited looking at my new bras and bathing suit, holding them up thinking how pretty they are and how good I look in them, wondering if Steve will like the new bathing suit. Just then Cathy came in our bedroom saying, "Terri, stop day dreaming. Your new lingerie is very pretty but we need to get to bed. Slip on your nightie and take off your makeup, Dear. Here is a new CD from the Institute with tonight's lessons." Feminizer disease takes my body over by Terry Hansay Chapter 21 Saturday morning came quickly. I am really sleeping well. It must be all the medicines they have me on. These huge rollers in my hair all night hurt, but Cathy says I have to set my hair every night. She told me to get used to it so I can be beautiful the next day. I could do without this feminine drill. Cathy pushed me to get my chores done. I had a hair appointment at 1 PM at Bette's. I was still confused why I had to get all decked out for my second date with Steve to just sit by his pool, but I have learned my wife is always right. Bette gave me "the works" - pedicure, eyebrow plucking (that hurt!), and she did my makeup over again. She thought my new makeup was better for a pool party. I thought to myself, "Are there are different 'faces' for different events?" I guess I still have a lot to learn about being a woman. I got home and Cathy had my beach bag all packed. I'm not sure what was in it, but Cathy said she packed a nice "little black dress" for the evening hours. I got into my bathing suit and put on the matching pool wrap and those cute little high heel sandals. Steve was again right on time, all smiles as he walked me out to his car. As he opened the car door, he leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek saying how nice I looked today. I melted into the car seat, thinking how sweet he is and how much I liked all his attention. Steve commented on my outfit and how pretty I looked. I guess the new makeup must look pretty good for him to comment. I was happy he noticed. George, his chef and house manager, was at the door to greet us. He announced that the poolside cabana is ready and Paula is poolside, too. Steve hugged me asking if it was all right if his son joined us today at the pool. With a big smile I said "Of course he can join us. This would be a good time to get to know him better." Steve was all excited that I accepted his son and his crossdressing. There he was, Steve's son all decked out in a very pretty bikini bathing suit. Wow, he really looked good as a teenage girl. He came right up to me and gave me a big girly hug, it was so nice. I told him how much I liked his suit as he blushed saying how much he liked it too. He spun around on his high heeled sandals and modeled his bikini asking if I really liked it. Like a typical teenage girl it was all about him or should I say her. All three of us sat by the pool, with girly drinks and hors d'oeuvres. I could really get used to this treatment. George was serving everything. I felt like a princess. Steve left the poolside to make some phone calls, asked if his "girls" would excuse him for a bit. I felt so giddy hearing him call me his girl. My brain is really wired. Paula or Paul was very inquisitive about my feminizer disease and asked me how I handle it. He told me he wished he would "catch" the disease. He said that my figure has developed so beautifully and my demeanor is so feminine. I told him I had no warning of my feminizer disease until my body started changing. Both my hips and chest developed and I didn't feel so energetic. My wife noticed my chest bouncing and she took charge taking me to a doctor. The Brooke Institute was the best in helping me understand and training me in my new way of life. My figure developed rapidly. My doctors said that since I had to be on estrogen and other feminine medicines to treat my disease, my figure and my demeanor would change quickly. Paula smiled and said, "Yes, you are a beautiful woman Terri. I am envious of you and your figure. I wish some day I could look as beautiful as you." I was not sure how to answer. I still had mixed feeling about being a man or a woman. I quickly changed the talk to his crossdressing. He was very open with me spilling his soul for his desire to wear women's clothing, even to have an operation in the future. I asked about the girl next door, Pam, who was his girlfriend or mentor. Paula explained she was very supportive and has helped him come to terms with his feminine side. She enjoys helping me and seems to get a real thrill out of making me as feminine as possible. Paula said she was invited for dinner tonight so I will be able to meet her. "She is very interested in meeting you Terri," Paula said. We both got into the pool for a quick dip. Paula stared at my figure with my beach wrap off now. She asked why my "little guy" does not show. "Paula, with all the estrogen and medicine I am on, my penis shrunk as my breasts and hips got bigger." Paula was so giggly, like a teenager. She said, "Can I ask you a personal question before my Dad gets back?" "Sure," I said. "What are your measurements?" Paula asked. I was amazed she would ask, but had no problem since it was just us girls talking. I looked at her and said, "Now this is just between us girls, right? I don't talk about that with just anyone. I was just measured yesterday for a new bra since I was falling out of my old ones. My new measurements are 36DD, 28, 34. Paula's eyes lit right up as she said, "Terri, you are one beautiful girl. You should be very proud of your figure. I hope some day I can be just like you." Then Paula said, "Terri, you know my Dad likes wearing lingerie around the house. His favorite is a bra with inserts. My Dad tells me you are OK with him wearing a bra, having a figure too. Are you really OK with that?" I told Paula I was very OK with that and that we might go bra shopping for him next week at my regular lingerie store. Paula was very pleased with my answer and gave me a big hug thanking me for being so understanding. She told me her Dad loves wearing lingerie. "He has for years now, after my Mom died. The soft lingerie makes him feel much better. He seems more relaxed when wearing a bra and panties," Paula said. She quickly whispered saying "Here comes Dad, no more girly talk Terri." I felt really good about our talk and gave Paula a high five. Seemed like we were becoming close. I liked the bonding, it was nice to girl talk with her. Steve joined us asking what we were giggling about. Paula said, "Just girl talk Daddy. You know, girl stuff." Steve got the hint, gave us both a kiss on the cheek and announced dinner will be ready in a bit. George has something very special planned for us. Just then the pool gate opened and in walked Pam. Wow, she is a stunning girl. She wore a very pretty figure hugging sweater dress, with a big bow tied just under the bustline. She had a perfect figure. She was all dressed for dinner, makeup perfect, walking over to us in her 4" high heels. She was something else. I bet she could teach me a thing or two about being a woman. Paula got up and hugged her like they were real girlfriends. We were introduced and there seemed to be a "magic" between us all. It seemed like I knew her forever, she was so nice. I excused myself to go in and change for dinner. I went upstairs to the same girly room I used last Saturday to change. My beach bag was there with a note on it. The note was from Steve saying, "Terri thank you so much for accepting my son and his crossdressing. I have accepted his crossdressing and since then, he has been a very special son to me. He has asked many questions about you and your disease. I hope that the both of you can find friendship and love in your new lifestyles." Wow, I was blown away by the sweet the note. I felt so warm and happy. Steve is a sweetheart, so accepting. I think I am falling in love with him. Did I think that, wow! I touched up my makeup. I left Steve's necklace on, seems like I never take it off. I could not believe this little black dress Cathy packed for me. It was gorgeous, showed every curve I have. Plus she packed an all- in-one girdle with five garters. I have not worn one of those before. I struggled to get into the girdle. it was very nice, but again it had those retro pointed bra cups. Here I thought this foundation would be different. Oh, well I guess I have to wear what Cathy says. I do have a pretty shape, I thought and I know Steve likes my pretty figure. I struggled with the many garter straps but my legs look so good in these black sheer stockings, I just love them, they are so smooth. I slipped on the little dress. Yes, it was figure hugging; I really did have a pretty shape. Then to top it off the 4" black heels really added to my feminine look. I was struggling to zip up the dress in the back when I heard a little knock at the door. It was Paula asking if I needed any help. Wow, this kid can read minds! Paula came in, saw me struggling and offered to zip me up. Before doing so, she commented on my all in one girdle, saying she just loves those, they control my figure perfectly. As I spun around, she said how pretty I looked and she only wished her future could be as feminine as mine. I thought "What a sweet thing to say, she is such a sweetheart." Did I think that? I spritzed on some perfume, grabbed my purse, and we both went downstairs for dinner. Dinner was so nice. The four of us did nothing but talk about girly things. Steve seemed to enjoy the conversation and was right there with Pam, Paula and me. After dinner Pam and Paula went their own way and Steve and I strolled out to the patio for an after dinner drink. Steve got all shy, telling me how much he appreciates me accepting his son who told him that you both had a fun conversation by the pool today and he learned a lot. Steve suggested we go for a walk. I was nervous in the spiked heels. He understood. He turned to me and said he had a present for me. I was melting with those words. I sure hope he does not ask me to marry him, I am still married. He slowly opened the small box. There glowing so bright were a pair of diamond earrings, so beautiful. I got all excited, had a huge smile, jumped up like a little teenager to hug him, giving him a big kiss right on the lips. I was so excited, I could not help myself! I was thinking, "Was he OK with my big kiss?" Well, I guess he was, he kissed me right back. It was such a passionate embrace. Steve said, "So I guess you like the diamond earrings? They will look so pretty on you, so dainty, so feminine." "Steve, I love them, they are so beautiful. Can I try them on right now? I will never take them off," I said. Steve knew he had me right where he wanted me. I was putty in his hands and I did not care. I loved the feelings. He is so sweet. I would do anything for him. All of a sudden, Steve grabbed my hand and said "Let's go down to the pool house." I am thinking, "Pool house? What is that, another house? where?" We were walking slowly. He held my waist and guided me right to this small, charming house. I thought he was going to carry me into the house, he was so sweet. Inside were a hundred candles lit. It was gorgeous, so romantic. I was melting, I was his. We kissed each other like I have never kissed a person before, holding each other so tight. Then I felt his hand on my breast. Wow did that feel good! I was double melting right into Steve's arms. We got very passionate, hugging each other, kissing with passion. Steve whispered in my ear, asking if he could slip off my pretty dress. I knew right then this was the night Steve would make a woman out of me. I knew I wanted it, I could not hold myself back. I kissed him again and said, "Oh Steve, please take my dress off." What the heck did I just say? Undress me? The Institute must have programmed that into my brain. Steve un-zipped my dress quickly. He was holding me in my black full slip and all in one girdle. He seemed so excited feeling my girdle, my bra cups. I loved his touch and passion. He kicked off his pants and shirt. I was surprised to see he was wearing very lacy panties, but my attention was on his big "guy." It was very stiff, he was very excited. I'm not sure how I knew, but I gently grabbed his penis. I was in heaven. It felt so good, I thought I was going to have an orgasm. We both fell on the bed, clutched in each other in our arms. Steve was begging me to stroke his penis. I was already there caressing his huge penis. I loved all the emotions that were exploding in me. Never had I felt so passionate, excited about love making. We are so passionate, I thought I was going to orgasm myself. All of a sudden Steve let out a huge sound of relief. My two hands were caressing his organ as his warm juices shot out when Steve exploded in excitement. Oh, God he came in my hand! Oh, this feels so good. I am getting so excited, not sure I can control myself. My feminine demeanor just brought a sexy man to an orgasm. I satisfied his manly desires. We both held each other so tightly, I felt like we were one. Steve looked into my eyes and gave me a huge kiss saying how much he loved me. Wow, what is going on here? My brain is that of a total woman and I love this. I just satisfied a man and I feel so good about it. I kissed him back and out of my mouth it came, "I love you too Steve. You are my man." Wow, that sealed our fate. Steve looked at me, gave me a big hug, and told me he loved me. We both lay there just looking at each other, kissing. He was feeling every part of my body. I loved it. I wished I had my all-in-one girdle off though. Just then Steve asked me if I would like to slip off my pretty girdle. Wow, I was just thinking that I told Steve. He unhooked several clips and helped me out of the girdle. My breasts fell out. He couldn't keep his eyes off of them. He asked permission to feel them. I thought, "Are you kidding? please take me!" He was like a little kid asking permission, so cute. I took his hands and placed them on my breasts, smiling with approval for him. He got so excited, I thought he was going to come again. We collapsed onto the bed and caressed each other for the longest part of the night. He was such a gentleman, treating me as princes, a total woman. Close to 1 AM, he thought it best he take me home. I could hardly move. I was hoping he would ask me to stay all night. I knew my wife told me to "take advantage of the date" and would approve of a sleepover. But, Steve was the boss. I slipped back into my all-in-one girdle. Steve could not take his eyes off me while I was dressing. I was thinking maybe he would like to wear one of these girdles. He loves bras so much. He said to me after I got my nylons hooked, "Terri you are one beautiful woman. I could watch you dress everyday. I love the way your bend over and gently adjust your breasts into your cups. I love your lingerie so much. You wear that foundation beautifully." Words like that just turned me on more and more! I walked over to Steve sitting on the bed and put my DD breasts in his face. He went crazy, kissing them up, grabbing my ass and pulling me in. I thought we would fall back down on the bed and start all over. Steve looked up at me saying, "Terri, sorry Dear, we have to cut this short. As much as I would love to totally possess you, I have to take you home now. I have a plane to catch at 6 AM this morning." Now it all made sense why he couldn't keep me over night. He was leaving on a business trip in 5 hours. I felt better knowing there was a good reason I couldn't stay overnight in his arms. Both of us finished dressing. Steve was about to put on his pants over his wet panties. I spoke up saying, "Steve would you like to wear my panties? They are still dry." Well I thought he would explode, running right to me with a big "Yes! Give me another big kiss!" He slipped on my panties with such excitement. I knew I made him a happy man again. This is fun pleasing a man. I then suggested he needs to wear a matching bra with those panties. Well, I thought he was going to explode with joy. He said to me he has a bra here in the pool house, could he put it on now? I told him I would help him hook the bra, it would be my pleasure. Well, he ran right over to the dresser and got out this very pretty padded bra, matching my panties. He got the bra on and turned around waiting for me to hook it. This was a very pretty bra, very padded so he didn't need any inserts to fill the cups. He slipped on his shirt, and yes, there was a define bustline there. I could tell he was so proud of his bustline. His lingerie did give him a much softer demeanor, I took note. I finished dressing, put the candles out in the cottage and off we went. We walked back to the "mother" house hand in hand. Paula and Pam were in the kitchen talking as we walked in. Paula gave us that look, like where have you two been all this time? Steve whisked me off to his car before any questions were answered. He walked me to the door, gave me a huge kiss, told me what a great time he had, and hoped I liked my diamond earrings. My head was spinning with pleasure as I passionately kissed him back. "Terri, you left your bathing suit and beach bag at my house. I will have your bathing suit washed and ready for the next time you are over, maybe next weekend or sooner?" Wow, there was another date! I think I love this man. Of course I said yes.