The wife didn't understand my desire to be feminine. I tried toget her set up in a nail business (for selfish reasons, she couldpractice on me) with n...o avail. We divorced and I met and married astylist. She would practice all her new techniques on me; it was heaven!She had worked on my brows, making them thinner each time. My hair wasmuch lighter in color with feminine highlights. One day, we were sittingin the living room, and she jokingly asked if I would like to try on apretty skirt to go. ”My heart beat fast as di opened the package. It was a sexy pair of red lingerie to go with her saree. I had closed my eyes the moment di opened the package. When there was no reaction I slowly opened one eye. Di was staring at me expressionless.“Your competitive nature has grown a lot,” she said and started laughing. I felt relieved. “It’s sexy. If this doesn’t arouse Tushar to fuck me nothing will.” I was stunned by di’s boldness. But didn’t show it as I wanted her to be in that happy. Nicole huffed to herself for a minute. ‘Ok, well anyway, I’m going to Jeff’s birthday tonight. I’d take you but his invitation was strictly 1 per.’ ‘Whatever. Have fun!’ He followed her out his bedroom door, walking quietly down the stairs. It was then that he noticed how stunning Lena really was. Enjoying her meal with Mackenzie. Just having, fun. Swinging her hair from one side to the other. Her smile was very attractive, inviting him over almost, and she wasn’t even looking in his direction.. His eyes sprang to me and took in my firm breast under his hand and my already unashamedly erect nipples. The car swayed dangerously on the road. As I was explaining, Gerard tore his eyes from me back to the road. I reached for the wheel and grabbed hold of it to steady the car. Despite this, he didn't take his hand off my breast. He continued, focused on the road, but now was molding and caressing first my left then my right breast. With his fingers cupped around the top of my breast he used.