It was me.It felt good, it felt feminine, it felt humiliating, and I loved it. Itook pictures of myself in the living room and went to the computer r...oomand began editing them still sitting in my pretty new outfit. Then ithappened...I heard a sound out front. I headed back towards the living room. Iwalked around the corner hallway and ran right into my wife. At the veryfirst I was shocked, embarrassed, humiliated and even relieved. I didn'thave to tell her, she knew.... I began to think we. Looking in my rear view mirror I could see he was over six feet tall and possessed quite an athletic body. This was going to be more fun than I expected. A very sexy blue collar worker was going to pay me to stick his cock deep inside me. He tapped on my window as I opened my door and slid my long stockinged leg out of the car. My legs were parted as my shaved slit opened revealing my moist pussylips. He sighed a very erotic sigh as I climbed out of the car with my coat still open, revealing my. “I took a trophy from one of mine.”“Eww, gross Mel!” said Sister Melanie.“Really?” replied Melissa in her Glaswegian accent. “After the things I’ve seen you do, a helping hand freaks you out? And don’t call me Mel! You’re Mel!“Well, you know, I though we could use our last initials to differentiate, because yours is Cormack, and mine’s Beaton, so we could be Mel–”“No! Not cunting Mel! It’s Melissa, or Lissa, or Sister-Please-Take-Your-Boot-Off-My-Neck!” She flounced forward and, after giving. ‘I’ve been waiting for you.’ You laugh softly and flash your deep blue eyes, half in admiration, half in anticipation. I smile at you and try my best to convey my intentions through my eyes. Yours get wider, almost quizzically. I put the rose in my teeth and begin to undress you. I button down your shirt and slip it off your shoulders. I reach around to unsnap your bra, it falls to the floor at our feet. My hands glide over your body, my fingertips just grazing your soft skin, as I reach down.