’ I whisper. Then fall into a troubled sleep from exhaustion. I wake up the next morning to a cold bed, empty house, and broken heart. He must have... left early for work. I get up and shower resolving myself to what I have to do. I grab my suitcases from where they were hidden already fully packed. Then I call a cab as I decided to leave my car and keys with him since I can’t take it with me. I need to forget this whole life anyway. As I wait for the cab I debate with myself if I should leave a. I was inheaven as I lapped at the sheer fabric my wife wearsbetween her legs and covers her hot pussy and ass.I was so wrapped up in my jack-off session that Ididn’t notice the door to the bathroom open. “So that’s why my panties are always so wet when I dothe laundry,” my wife said as I froze, my cockstiffening even more at my situation of being caught.“You’re a pantyboy, a pantyboy,” she said mockingly,“why didn’t you tell me. MyAdams apple is not noticeable and my voice is fairly high pitched for aman. I am often mistaken for a woman on the phone. Also I have noticedthat I have become very emotional and cry or get a lump in my throat,very easily. A few months ago, before any hormone treatment, I nevercried and didn't show any emotion. Mind you it is not a bad thing and Iam probably a much more caring and sensitive person. Much more womanlike.Sooner or later I will have to tell her all. This will be the hardestthing. I had no choice but to remain seated at the table and hope they just passed by. It soon became apparent that they had no intention of just continuing along their way. The guy stopped and stood about three feet from me on my left side and the one female stood behind me while the other hovered over me on the right side. I recognized the two girls from the neighborhood and apparently the guy was their brother. The girls were both the athletic type and the guy was well proportioned also. “See, I.