She was not comfortable.I reached between her legs and smeared her puffy cunt lips with some of the excess juices which were trickling from between th...em. I rubbed them vigorously with, first one, then two fingers.Lady Felicity squirmed under the probing. She gave a number of little yelps when I pressed too hard on the sore places and welts raised by the caning she had endured.'Does your husband do this?' I asked, suddenly poking three fingers into her sticky pussy.'No!' she shouted and began to. I wasn’t a gay bitch from starting.But then some incidents changed my life. I wont be narrating that. I am a crossdresser and a hardcore BDSM loving slut. I had a lot of dirty fetishes but no-one to satisfy. I like to feel the joy of being touched by a real man who makes me feel like a woman. I like being groped in public, gangbang, getting cum (malai) on my face and in my mouth. I want be treated as a filthy cock sucking whore and handled roughly by group of men.This story happened with me in. She excited him as much as she had when they first met fifteen years ago, He chuckles remembering how close they had been to not leaving the house, it wasn’t often that they had the house to themselves since the birth of their son.Reaching the lake they work together to lay out the blanket they brought along. He sits on the blanket entranced by the movement under her shirt as she gets the lunch she had packed out. Sitting in the comfortable forest silence they eat lunch. As it starts to rain,. I froze. It was my Jim Jones, the father of my unborn son. I wasn't sure what to do now. As much as I cared for him I was afraid to walk into his room and talk to him."Marie, will you do me a gigantic favor?" I asked."What is it, Angel? I've never seen you like this."I reached into my purse and pulled out the two letters that I had written months earlier. I wrote "read first" on the first letter and put, "read me second" on the other. I handed them both to Marie."I want you to give these to.