I told him I couldn't sleep, and asked if I could stay with him for tonight, he said sure. After a while he moved his hand and rested it on my crotch.... Nervous about it I didn't say anything. After a few minutes he started moving his fingers. My dick started to grow and my heart started beating faster. He moved his fingers till they were cupping my dick. He whispered if I was awake, I didn't say anything. He kept tickling my dick till it was so hard it hurt. I finally said my dick was hurting,. The big emphasis was making sure to lock up after checking everything.The wife was in her late 30s and an absolute lady. She always wore dresses and skirts with stockings and heels. Lots of sheer, silk, and lace. Never without eye makeup...perfection...Much of where my dressing style comes from. I always really admired the way she dressed and it was a great inspiration for my crossdressing. So when they went away, I felt nervous the first day being in their house with no one around. I did. I took him out of my mouth and started sucking on his balls, while I rubbed my hand up and down his cock. I heard him inhale quickly, and wrapped my lips around his cock again as he came in my mouth. I felt his cum hit the back of my throat as his hands held the back of my head onto him. Once I had taken all his cum, I finished by licking him clean. He leaned back on the bed against the pillows and smiled down at me. "You are fantastique..." he whispered to me. I didn't know too much French,. I am a regular reader of iss and i really enjoy to read all most all category stories…when i read these story it always comes in my mind ki kya yaar poori duniya ko chance milta hai lekin humara number kabhi nahi aata….but kehte hai na ki upper wale ke ghar der hai andher nahi hai to ek din kaamdev mujh per bhi prasann huye…huya ki meri ek kafi close friend hai ankita….vo humari ki colony ke ek dusre block mey rehti thi but baad mey vo apni masi ke ghar pemanently rehne chali gyi as her mosi.