I had thought she knew I was in the middle of divorce. She had thought me unmarried in more than mind. ‘Hate’ was the word she used. It struck dee...p and scared me off the dating scene. It was an easy thing to forgo. I sucked at dating. As I neared my car, my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was Carl, a good friend, one of my true compatriots who suffered with me these last four years. He hated Bitch Barrow almost as much as I. Intellectually, I knew it was more of dislike on his part, but he. I wastired of spending every single evening after work at her house. Theenvironment was just plain bad. Eventually, one day she and my wife hada big fight. We got our horse and left. I was upset at losing the wholepotential crossdressing side of it, but I was relieved to get that kindof negative influence out of our lives.ReacquaintAfter a few more months things were somewhat ok. My wife and I werefinally able to buy our own place out in the country. I was hoping toresume my dressing activities. Well this gets them laughing their asses off, they both keeps asking, “seriously” and I tell them, “yes, but it’s not anything like they imagine”. We keep playing and drinking. A few hours and many beers later, my friend asks if I was k**ding and I tell him "no - dead serious, first blowjob I ever got was from me, yes, it sounds weird, but it’s the truth, but not at all exciting as you think it might be”.His girlfriend asks, "How many times have you done it?" I tell them "10-15 times roughly,. Taking a deep breath in, I inhaled her scent. She smelled of lust, desire, need and I knew then only I could give her what she wanted. My fingers began lightly tracing her lips through her panties, and my mouth began placing tiny kisses where my fingers went. I felt her hips rise, and realised I could tease her no longer. I hooked my thumbs into her panties and pulled them over her ass and down her thighs, tossing them to the side. Spreading her legs, I looked into her eyes and saw pure lust..