Not that every sexual encounter between us had followed the same theme, of her and her imagined, Irish lover. In fact, we may have to concede that ha...ving not seen him for over a month, he may not be contracted to her building any more, and she is not in a position to make discrete enquires. Friday night however, did have a seriously long session into the early hours where initially it was her with him having a steamy after hours “play” in her office. This fantasy morphed into her at a. And the fancier the outfits are the less worn theyusually are! They call it "cross-dressing" I guess. Better than the clinical term butall in all the same. A peculiar oddity of the human psyche, usually male.Women aren't considered as being cross dressers because of today'ssocietal mores and in the fact that when women dress more like men it is astep up for them, an aspiration to be more male or something, who knows?Whatever the trend of reasoning past or present that is spouted andannotated in. “Alan is trying to… Well last time I spoke to him he said…” “You stand more chance of finding a virgin in a whore house than your two husbands finding some poor bastard to lend them any more money.” I answered. “Indeed knowing Alan, I very much doubt if he or Peter will ever show their faces again. They have ladies, as they say in Liverpool, done a runner. Which means in a matter of weeks, you two and your mother Laura will be out on the street. That’s if of course the Russians don’t decide. One day I was taking a picture after her orgasm and she was surprised to see the amount of moisture produced by her horny state. Then one day she wanted a picture of my penis which after some time she also started to touch and gently stroke without me having an orgasm. So we took those pictures and taking the advantage of the situation I asked her please to give me an orgasm. Her gentle hands did a fine job and my sperm, partly slimy and partly very thick went out into the wide world. With.