The memories of her body straddling mine and her breasts under my mouth sent my blood racing. God this was tempting. Unfortunately, my gut was queasy ...with the thought. I sat, thoughts churning. Tamara waited patiently."As much as I would love to have sex with you regularly, I can't do it," I said. "Sex with you was good a lot because you didn't have to do what you did. I don't want you to have sex with me because you have to. I don't want to destroy those memories."Tamara's face fell. She. During my childhood days, my neighbour uncle used to lure me into wearing girls clothes and kiss me and make me suck him, after that I shifted to Mumbai for studies and after college I got a job in sales and been living here alone.It started when I got new computer for me with internet and I used to make fake name and chat on Orkut as gay cross dresser bottom and one day one uncle named Raj messaged me and was very sweet to me. I told him of my desires to cross dress and how submissive I am, so. I slipped the strap on up her and she almost sat up having an immediate orgasm. I began to fuck her and she was reaching round for some kind of control but all she could do was let out a scream. I was loving dominating her but I wanted more-up me then this was offering, “ I asked if she had a double ended dildo, she told me it was in her bottom draw. Before I could move my husband had it and passed it to me. I pushed it down her throat and she almost took it all before stopping me. I fucked her. The rhythmic tapping telling me she’s working on her laptop, maybe that’s what woke me. What’s she doing? An essay? Her dissertation? Maybe she’s on the website where we met. I choose to not lean over and check – more from my own laziness than any respect to her privacy. I look at the back of her head – her mid-length chestnut hair falling straight and loose, resting on her soft, fair skin. Her body describing a smooth arc to the sheet that obscures her bottom half, just revealing a hint of.