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So, life was going well. I had a decent job in electronic design in an eastern Ontario company. I lived in the west end of the city in a small house that I had the good fortune of owning, well, with the help of a mortgage of course. I was 25 yrs old, and a reasonably fit (and recently) single male. Then COVID hit, the closures came, and the company went to a Work from Home format, with only "essential workers" allowed to work on premises. I was good with "Not" being essential, as my role could WFH, I was still fully employed. I had a decent home computer setup, generally worked on my own anyway, and the commute to the office went from 30 minutes to 30 seconds. Life was looking up. Daily "Stand-Up" video team meetings kept us all focused, targets set and tracked, and life went on. The problem came after several months of only seeing people on a computer screen, watching their essential comportment moving back to a caveman style, and realizing I was doing the same. Several months of no haircuts, most guys sprouting wild beards, and even the few women on our team looking like they were putting a lot less care into their appearance. I did my best with my own grooming, but it was a loosing battle. That and life was getting decidedly lonely. My last girlfriend and I had parted ways some months before, and other than going out masked to buy food, or other absolute essentials, but everything else was shut down and my social life sunk to below 0. My family were all in the Southwest of the province, I had only been here a couple of years, and any friends (mostly co-workers) were hunkered down with their families as well as they could be. I wasn't actually an outgoing social animal at best, but did enjoy the occasional pub-crawls and gatherings that no longer were allowed. I had a spare room, and had rented it out until the COVID closures when the guy's college shut down in-class learning and he moved back to his parents. No real loss to me as he was a bit of a slob and fairly immature. A friend/fellow alumni called me up after a few months of this forced hermit(ting) and asked if I still had the room to rent. He went on to tell me that a friend was getting evicted at the end of the month and was looking for a room. The 'evicted' part didn't sound good, but it turned out the room he rented was part of a house that got sold and he was told he had to leave. So, I had my doubts, but agreed to meet the guy. Mike showed up on time, with a mask on, and seemed like he was a fairly decent guy. Polite and well spoken, he told me he was an EMT at the local hospital. That worried me a bit until he said that he was tested for COVID constantly and assured me he was clean. He shared that his last girlfriend asked him to leave out of fear of his job. I showed him the house, and the room, we talked about the rules (no smoking, drugs, noise) and we agreed on a two - month trial rental, with him moving in over the next few days. He did move in and was a good tenant. He gave me his schedule, and it was mostly 12 hour shifts, so I did not see him much. I did most of the cooking when he was around, and true to his word, he helped clean, kept his area well kept and we got along nicely. He occasionally would have food requests when I went shopping (I did most of the shopping as he worked long hours), which was no problem. It actually helped my cooking capabilities as it opened new ideas. I was at the stove stirring a sauce and Mike was sitting at the table with his laptop talking to his friend on a video call. I wasn't really paying much attention as they were just talking about hockey and if they would be playing this year with everything going on. I did hear "Who's the one with cute butt in the background? ... your latest?," Mike laughed and told him that I was his landlord, and he didn't think I would appreciate that remark. Me, I was burning red, and refused to turn around. Then Mike said "I don't think Jimmi would really appreciate you staring at other cute butts." His friend laughed and agreed. I disappeared out of the picture and made myself scarce until the end of the call. I think I was still a bit red when I came back in. Mike apologized for his Neanderthal friend, but added "With your long hair (in a pony tail), and shape, I can see how he made that mistake." OK, I wasn't a big guy, 167 cm and 62 Kg, while Mike was closer to 2M and a fit 80 or so Kg. That caught my attention. My eyebrows shot up and I was turning red again and near speechless. When I could talk, I merely said "Well, thanks for correcting him!" Mike chuckled but did not respond. No more was really said on the subject, and time went on. Mike worked long shifts, and dragged himself in some days. Most days he was upbeat, but on occasion you could tell life was getting the better of him. I didn't ask, and mostly he did not share, but one day, he was really down and told me they had lost three patients in his ward that day. I could tell that he was taking that hard. I had no idea of what to do or say. My line of work really did not have that kind of contact with people that are sick and sometimes don't get better, so I had nothing to help. He was rolling his shoulders and neck and said that "I wish I could visit John's place and get Jimmi to give me a neck massage." There was that name again and the distinct feminine pronunciation. I asked if Jimmi was John's girlfriend, and Mike was "Something like that..." I did tell him I had no idea of how to do that, and he suggested that if I was willing, he could get Jimmi to demonstrate on a video call. I told that if he set that up, I would help him out. He went and had a shower and called me into his room. I went in and on his large monitor was a smallish Thai girl standing beside a large guy grinning at me. Jimmi had on a cute kimono type wrap, and John was wearing a towel covering only his bottom. She had some oil and rubbed it on her hands and started at his neck and worked her way down. The only thing I had was some rubbing alcohol so tried using that. I tried to imitate, and she was talking me through it. She got down so far and removed the towel and I looked at her and said that I was not going there. She laughed and Mike chuckled. They signed off with Jimmi giving a fairly naughty grin and told me to "Don't forget the 'Happy Ending'." I just said "No" as the call ended. John might be getting a happy ending, but Mike was certainly not. Call ended, I left the room and went back to the kitchen to finish dinner. Mike came out a few minutes later and said thanks for that. I wasn't sure what to say about it. I had certainly given backrubs before, mostly to girlfriends, but this one was used to really dig into the muscles to loosen them. I did tell Mike that I thought Jimmi was pretty cute in that Kimono, and he laughed and said "have you heard of a Thai lady-boy before?." Well, I had, but have never really met one (and still haven't up until that moment). It all made sense 'Jimmi', a typical guys name made feminine. Nothing more was said on the subject as we ate our dinner. A few days later, a parcel from Amazon came in. I hadn't ordered anything, but it had the right address. I set it aside for Mike and when he got home, who then told me that it was a gift for me from Jimmi. Perplexed I opened it and found some scented massage oil, a warmer and a Kimono. "OK, I understand the oil and warmer, but what's up with the robe?" "Oh, I mentioned that you thought he looked cute in his Kimono, so I guess he thought you would like one." "Well, it was cute when I thought he was a girl!" I responded. He shrugged and didn't say much more. The next day, I got a ping on my computer and when I answered it was Jimmi on a video call. Now to say that was a bit of a surprise would be an understatement, but I had my work computer on one monitor and my personal laptop always on at the side, a distinct advantage to working from home. I switched to that one and she asked me how I liked my gifts? "Well, the oil and warmer are nice, but I haven't tried them yet." "Well, try them out tonight, and don't forget the Kimono. I got it special for you," she responded. She really did have a lovely voice and while I knew there might be some boy bits under that dress, I really could not think of her as a guy. "You have to wear it, it will help you." We talked a bit more, but I told her I had to get back to work. I did think about it for a bit and before Mike got home, I showered and put the Kimono on. It really was nice looking and the package did say unisex, but it sure did not feel like a male clothing, and neither did the underwear that came with it, more like a silk French short style that caused a significant growth down there. Now, I have to admit that this is not the first, or third or whatever time I have worn feminine underwear, and in fact regularly wore them, especially as I was WFH. I did find them more comfortable, but I did tend to stick to more male colours in them in a boyshort style. I love Amazon's selection. I did give him a massage again that night, and the warm oil helped, and no I did not give him a happy ending then either. Talking with Jimmi became a regular thing. It turns out that 'she' was out of work and her only job was to keep John happy. It was actually nice talking to her, but she was always admonishing me for not finishing the job. At one point, I did work up the nerve to move the towel down and added some oil to his glutes and massaged them to light moaning. I'm just not sure it was just him moaning. Now this was happening on an increasing frequency. It seems that if I had the robe on when he got home, he automatically got ready for a massage. In fact, I now had three robes, one decidedly more femmy than the others, with lacy panties to match. It was crossing the line, but I knew eventually if this kept up, I would cross it. Finally, I dressed in the femmy robe, and when he got home, his eyes shot up and he went for his shower. I followed as soon as I heard the water shut off and he was on his bed with the towel. When I finished, I slapped his ass gently and told him to roll over, which he did, trying to hold the towel in place. I lowered the towel and his penis was hard and quite large. A good solid 20 cm with a solid girth, large uncut head. He looked at me and said "You don't have to do this," I nodded and said that "No, but I want to do this" as I gently took hold of that magnificent member and gently stroked him. After a while, one hand massaging his plum sized nuts and the other his cock, I could sense his building excitement. I could feel his hand on my ass rubbing across my panties. "Lacy, nice" and moved his hand to open the robe showing my own leaking member. I could sense his imminent explosion. I hadn't really planned this out well, and when he came, a long stream of cum shot out almost to his chin, with about four subsequent pulses then it was dribbling over my hand as his orgasm completed and he fell back onto the bed. I went into the bathroom to get a facecloth and before I did, I licked some of his cum off my hand. I got the cloth and wet it with warm water to clean him off. It was slightly embarrassing to be handling his cock and balls in the aftermath, but I was pretty sure this was just a step in this adventure. His hand reached up, and I wasn't sure what he was going to do, but he wiped a bit of his cum off my lower lip and held it out for me. "You missed a bit" with his silly grin, as he placed the tip of his finger on my lips. I licked it off of his finger. "Thank you, that was nice," he said in a soft voice. I just replied, "Your welcome" then back to business "Dinner will be in a few minutes," as I left him there. Nothing was said about it for the remainder of the evening. Talking to Jimmi the next day, when she started in on me about giving a "Happy Ending," I turned visibly red. She put her hand over her mouth, and said "OMG you finally did it" I couldn't help but giggle, and said something to the effect of how large a mess that it made. I said that next time (yes, I knew then that there would be a next time!) I would make sure I had a towel handy. Jimmi said that was still too messy, so I asked her what she did, and she said "Oh I take him in my mouth and swallow all that yumminess" OK, that made sense, but, yeah, that wasn't happening. A few days later, the scene repeated and yes, every time he asked or I gave him a massage, he got a happy ending, albeit a bit cleaner now. Still, gooey clothes were not fun to handle, and I still had to clean it off my hands, but that wasn't a problem. One interesting change, is he tended to play with my ass as I was doing that, mostly just rubbing it, occasionally massaging right down to my anal opening, rubbing there as particularly nice. I was enjoying that part, and I guess that pushed me to taking Jimmi's advice. As he was peaking, I lowered my head and took his cock head into my mouth, with my tongue swirling around the inside of his foreskin. I could taste the soap and cleanliness of his cockhead. Mere seconds later, he pumped an enormous load into my mouth. To remarkably large happy moans, I swallowed that down rapidly as I knew that was the first of several spurts and he continued to pump more into me. When he finished, I stood back up, but noticed a few drips and leaned down and licked those as well. What I did not expect was that as he was coming in my mouth, I was coming in my panties, and the happy moans were my own. Now that was a new mess I had to clean up. Once again, talking to Jimmi the next day, she mentioned the happy ending and if I was still making messes. I had the good sense to blush while revealing that I took her advice on how to keep things neat and tidy. She asked how that was, and all I said was "Plentiful!" and she giggled. Now that I had broken that barrier, Mike was certainly enjoying this change. Things changed a bit then. He seemed to enjoy playing with my ass, and I certainly did not mind it. I got a gift of new robe, much more feminine with some new panties, and a few camisoles, all from Mike. When I wore those, as I was finishing him off, his finger went into the gusset of my panties and lodged itself into my butt. His greased finger moving in and out caused me to swallow much more of his cock, and as he came, his probing digit moved deep into my ass. When he finished, I collapsed across his legs, while his finger was joined by another and he fully finger fucked me until I came with a huge explosion, all nicely contained in the panties. What was changing was me. Mike never asked or forced. He was gentle, clean and fun to be around. I did his and my laundry since I was home everyday, that was easy. His clothing had an intoxicating masculine smell that I could not match. He helped around the house, and when it snowed helped clear the snow from the walk and driveway. In a way, I was falling in love with the guy, and that scared the hell out of me. At some point, I felt I was like his wife. And I liked that feeling. I confessed this to Jimmi, and she suggested that I should take care of "my Man" and make sure he knew my thoughts. So, that evening, he got home, and exhausted, sat down on the couch. I suggested he get a shower to relax, and he did. When he got out, I handed him a beer and the television remote, then went to my own room to prepare. I had a nice dinner ready, and some small tea candles ready to light. I put on my panties and a long lacy nightgown and cover, as well as Jimmi's suggested "Cocksucker red Lipstick," that I had bought when I bought the nightgown. As he sat on the couch, I came around, knelt down in front of him, removed his cock from his sweat pants and stroked it while it hardened and stared into his eyes. I gave him the best blowjob I could muster, leaving rings of red lipstick over his cock. I swallowed his seed, cleaned him and put him back. I looked up to him and grinning said the "Jimmi told me I should take care of my Man, so I thought this would be the best way." I got up, and went to the kitchen, getting the wine and dinner ready and set the candles. As I was facing the counter, he came up behind me and put his arms around me. He nuzzled into my neck and whispered that he was going to take care of his woman, and when I asked him how, he suggested that he could just bend me over the counter and show his appreciation. Now this was the first real contact like that between us. I mean I had been swallowing his spend for the past several weeks, but there was no real romantic touching per se. But here he was grinding into me, rubbing and pinching my nipples and nuzzling on my neck and basically telling me he was going to fuck me silly. I said "I don't think you're going to fit that pole up me, at least not without splitting me in half." He said "I'm medically trained, I know just what the Doctor would order to fix that." I laughed and told him I had no doubts, but that dinner was served. He backed away, but I could see a sizable lump in his sweats, and had knew that I would need to do something with that again that evening. A first, twice in one day. Of course, all the other times were to reduce his body tension, this time it was to release sexual tension So we talked, a lot, both of us. I confessed what I told Jimmi, and that I thought I was falling for a man, and how scared it made me. Mike in turned confessed that he had some experience with both guys and girls, but to date mostly girls, but that much he was enjoying this relationship dynamic. In turn, I admitted to playing around as a young teenager, but this was quite a bit different. This was a turning point for both of us. We both agreed to explore this, without a full commitment. I got up to clear the table and once again found him behind me, but this time he turned me around and kissed me full on the lips. Surprised the hell out of me, but it also felt just right. I stayed in place as he held my gaze then kissed me again pushing his tongue into my mouth, and I found myself submitting to him, I think would be the best way to describe it. He was definitely the aggressor, gently taking a willing victim. We ended up in my room on my queen-sized bed as he played with my body. He had me remove the nightgown before and I quote "I rip it off you," before adding he would love to see me in it again. I knew he would not rip it, he didn't have it in him to do that kind of thing. Down to panties and a lace camisole, he played with my body. I could reach down and play with his cock, but I wasn't really sure how he would handle mine, if it would offend him or not. I needn't have worried as he removed the panties and took my much smaller cock into his mouth. I really could not last long, and tried to push him off before I came, but he had a finger firmly in my ass, and he was not letting go. I came with my own buckets. When it was finished, he moved to my mouth and share my spend with me. As he moved me to my side and slid in behind me to cuddle, he played with my nipples and kissed my neck. I fell asleep in his warm embrace. He ended up staying in my bed. I got up in the middle of the night to pee, but when I crawled back in, he pulled me to him. Neither of us worked the next day, except for the normal house work and shopping. At some point, he said he had to go for a bit and left. I was worried that I scared him off, but he was back in an hour or so with a several bags, including one that looked like it was from a local sex store. All of this disappeared into his room. He suggested I put on my short robe and join him. I did, now curious, but knowing we were going to have some form of sex. He had me drop the panties and kneel on all fours on the bed. He had a pan of water, a razor and shaving cr?me. Soon all of my hairs around my ass disappeared, as well as those on my balls. He told me I could clean up the rest later. He got behind me and worked a lubed gloved finger up inside me opening me up. A minute later, I could feel a cool plastic toy entering me, bulging quite a bit before popping in and basically locking itself into my ass. I asked him what that was and he showed me a set of three plugs that were progressively larger as well as a spot in the packaging for a fourth smaller one, the one presumably up inside me. He told me to wear that for the rest of the day. I did, although it felt really weird. I kept having the sensation that I needed to have a dump. My orders were to wear them for several hours a few times a day. I did know where all this was going, and Jimmi was quite ecstatic. She gave me some suggestions on using an enema bulb to clean myself out in the morning, or before we would engage in any play. I ordered what she suggested, and had to learn how to do this. At first it seemed pretty gross, but then just became part of my routine. Three days later, before he left for work, he fitted me with the next size up. Now sitting at my computer trying to work I was squirming in my chair finding it hard to concentrate. A couple of people asked if I was alright, I just said "yes, I was." John had become quite aware of what his friend was up to when he could see me in the kitchen in my short robe while conversing with Mike. Mike would only admit that "We're exploring a relationship." John's response was "Well, I know which one is going to be the Bride." That earned him a one finger salute from me, while I remained turned away, knowing how much of my ass was on display to him. I still, willingly oral pleasured Mike, and he returned the favour on occasion. He was using other toys on me increasing my pleasure. He had one longish one that touched that magic spot inside. That had an interesting outcome, if he gently nudged it, I would leak like crazy, but not cum. It would drain my cum without an orgasm. Something called a "ruined Orgasm," but if he was somewhat more aggressive, I would have explosive orgasms. We explored the pleasures of 69'ing, taking car of each other at the same time. I tried to play with his ass, but he said he did not enjoy that as much. Getting a dildo up there, not a prayer. What he did like once I got brave enough, was to be rimmed with my tongue. It drove him crazy and once he did me, I knew why. It was awesome. Finally, after two full weeks of stretching me out, he thought I would be ready. It was an evening full of anticipation. I cleaned myself out with some scented liquid, again from a recommendation. I self lubed before going to the bed, and Mike lubed me some more as well as himself. Lifting my legs up onto his shoulders, his cock was at my entrance. As the large head started to breach the last line of defence, Mike looked into my eyes as the tears dripped. He asked if I wanted him to stop, but I suggested that he continue slowly. He paused for a few minutes until I could get used to it, then slowly and gently sawed in and out, plumbing deeper with each stroke until his balls were touching my ass. I was filled to the brim, and he started a long stroke back out. Slowly, he built up his speed until it was sawing in and out of that pleasure center. I was loving it, and him for doing it. I could feel his meaty balls slapping at my ass, until he jammed in that half inch further and I could feel his balls pull up and his cock pulsing as he released his load into my bowels. A few short further stabs and he was done. We stayed in that position for a few minutes and he slowly pulled out before reaching over and grabbing the smallest plug and filling me. I missed him already. He did tell be that it should help prevent me leaking all over the bed all night. I got up to get a towel and cleaned him and myself off as best I could before crawling in beside him. I think we both fell asleep in seconds, my only thought was that he could fuck me whenever and however he wanted and I would beg him for more. As the spring rolled into summer, restaurants were opened for outdoor dining for limited groups and Mike wanted me to meet Jimmi and John. We made arrangements to meet them for lunch at a local pub. She was every bit as beautiful as her computer image suggested, even more so. I may have been Mike's 'woman', but there was no way I could pass as one, so chose a more androgenous look. John was razzing Mike about our relationship. John jokingly asked how this all got started, and when I said it was Jimmi and her "Happy Endings" that started it, John laughed and said that is how he got hooked by Jimmi as well. Jimmi was just smiling her pretty smile. Apparently when John and Jimmi got together, Mike and friends had given him a hard time when they found out Jimmi was a lady-boy. When I asked, John said they met when he did a contract job in Thailand for 6 months and was so infatuated with her, asked her to marry him before returning home. Apparently, that was a fairly common occurrence and the marriage is legal in Canada, so that was not a problem. Acceptance was more of a problem. Jimmi asked why I was not dressed as a woman, and I told her I could not pass. She challenged this, and wanted to meet me that week for some 'help'. I knew I could get away for a bit so we set up a date. Now, I had light coloured hair, my beard was not very existent, I only shaved twice a week, and while my hair was long, it wasn't too thick. And even my Adams apple was not prominent. She thought with a bit of makeup, I could at least mostly pass. It was an enjoyable lunch, the first real social interaction I had in 5 months. And I'm glad we got the chance as there was another shutdown some months later. When we got home, he was frisky as hell and I ended up on my knees giving him yet another blowjob on the couch. I kind of like this position, kneeling before him in submission. This was a lovely slow suck, nursing on his cock for about a half hour before I finished him off, and then kissing him to share his spend. The other one he liked was to surprise me in the kitchen, push me up against the counter, pull out the lubed plug and fucking me from the rear. Now, I enjoyed his control and dominance as he slowly inserted his cock deep into me until he deposited his load deep in my ass. I had to learn to ensure I was clean, lubed and plugged ready to service him when he desired. And he was a horny goat. And that is why I loved to wear the short robe/Kimono's. So, Jimmi started a habit of coming over to our house a couple of times a week, and helping me put a face on and teaching me the art of walking in heels and hair and other important topics. Talking in a breathier voice, as I was not deep voiced. I soon had longer finger nails, always painted. After a couple weeks of deportment lessons, she declared me ready for an outing. We met up at a West end mall and had a great morning shopping. I did get some odd stares and some outright hostility, but no yelling or threats. She took me to a cosmetics counter and had the girl provide me with some preferred colours for the foundation, eye shadow and lipstick among other things. I also ended up with my ears pierced twice per ear, as well as some higher heeled shoes. Jimmi limited me to 3 inch, but there were some cute CFM (Come Fuck Me) pumps I was looking at which she suggested should wait for a later time. As we were talking at lunch (small salad, a girl has to watch her figure), she asked if I was thinking of transitioning. I hadn't even considered it, but she said hormones could soften my skin, and even help me grow some breasts. I told her that I would have to really think on that one. I had to get home for a meeting so we had to cut things short. So, speaking of outing, the meeting pretty much outed me. I had washed off the makeup as much as possible, but in the rush, forgot the mascara and eyeshadow. That and the ear rings were clearly visible. After the meeting I got an unexpected ping from one of the female engineers. Coming back up on video, she commented on the pretty robe in the background. Groan, my most femmy one. Then asked about my eyes and ear rings. When I put my hands to my ears, she then asked about the nail polish. She asked me to stand up and I did, and she commented on my skirt. Now Canadian law is clear, nothing I was doing was illegal and companies could not discriminate against sexual orientation, etc. However, the law and reality are two very different things. I did ask if anyone else noticed and she was not aware. She wasn't the friendliest person towards me at the best of times, but she was careful. This would go into her bag of knowledge for use at an appropriate time, like when she needed leverage. So, not a good day. When Mike got home, I told him what happened, and in comforting me took things into his own hands. This resulted in another incident .... in the middle of getting a good and rather welcome pounding bent over my computer desk, my own monitor flashed up with my sister on the screen. That should not happen, but then my head had been bouncing off my keyboard. Glad it wasn't attached to my work keyboard. Anyway, Sis audibly gasped, then laughed. I looked up at that and seen her face, and forcibly pushed Mike back and out of the way. She was laughing and said, "So you finally figured out your Gay. Who's your friend?" Mike had grabbed a shirt as I sat down and tried to composed my fucked self (in more than one way...) Mike had a better sense than I did and wrapped his arms around me, coming into the picture beside my head. He kissed me on the cheek and asked who this person was. I did the rather awkward introductions. Sister Sue laughed and said "I knew it, when we were teenagers, he was always stealing my underwear" followed by, "His Brother caught him giving the neighbour head." I tried to interject, "He forced me," "Sure he did," she laughed some more. Anyway, she had called because I hadn't in several months, and she said she could now understand why I was so busy. She ended the call, but I knew by evening, the entire family would know. Not that it mattered much. I was pretty much cut off from the family already, and the lack of travel in COVID had sealed the deal. So, by the end of the next day, my entire work crew knew, I got calls from my Boss, from HR and several from friends, mostly wanting me to deny the rumours, but in conscience I could not. I did not get fired, but there was some uneasiness. I got emails from my two brothers and other sister. My Mother had passed away a few years back, and my father ignored me for his new family. No real loss on my part. Mike and I discussed a response, and this is what we came up with: I answered all emails with the same story, that I got involved in a friendship that changed with the isolation of COVID, and I was exploring my true identity and would let them know how it worked out. I got mixed responses, but hey...what could I expect. No real hostility, a bunch of non responses, and little encouragement. One nice response was from an openly gay co-worker, a guy that used to bring his Husband to our parties. "You go, girl!" was all it said. There were at least two others in our group of twenty or so that were pretty clearly gay or on that spectrum, but they stayed very quiet. We were supposed to be well past the era of "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" My family was equally as ambivalent, one brother asking me to stay away from his kids. Yeah.... Mike held me most of the night. I needed that after the last few days. So, a funny thing happened after that. Nobody cared. Work went on, Jimmi helped me adjust, Mike helped me, my family continued to ignore me. The neighbours were nice and I adjusted to a new me. So that brings you up to date on my life so far. I have a Doctor's appointment to discuss whether hormones are right for me, I have a job that tolerates me, a friend that supports me, and a 'Husband' that loves me. I'm not sure it gets any better than that. No wait, one last peek. I'm lying face down, ass pushed up, hands held above my head, and my legs forcibly stretched out. Mike is absolutely slow boning me with his lovely cock, whispering in my ear while my own cock is trapped in a G-String of the purest silk. I'm sure now, Life does not get better than that. And, I'm thinking that I would like some nice boobies....