God it was lovely. Until now, when I had admired her rear it had always been as an inanimate object. Somehow I always enjoyed the sight but never asso...ciated it with sexual feelings for Bhabhi. It was like looking at a perfect piece of art; very subjective with no care for the artist. But now, with one arm around her and the feeling of her bottom firmly pressed to my groin, there was absolutely no question I was thinking about sex, and a little of the artist, too. It was very arousing, too. I've been seeing other men for the entire time, but Jerry didn't know about it at first. I cheated on him. Now I'm ashamed to admit that. I loved Jerry. I'll always love Jerry, but I love cocks too. I didn't want to hurt him and I have to admit that I also didn't want him to know that I was a slut, so I kept my affairs secret.” “But he eventually found out.” “The first six years we were married, Jerry worked nights. It was the perfect situation for me. I regularly entertained other men while he. I grabbed him by the shoulders and let him know it was "Okay," as I still had a major cum load I needed to drop. The Lady Boys quickly pushed him out of the way and surrounded me, squealing, as I watched him leave the room. Our eyes met for the last time.One of the reasons that we white guys love the Orient is that the "Average" size of our cocks in Europe and the USA become "John Holmes" monsters that make most Asian women - and straight-and-gay men - exclaim with awe. And these Lady Boys were. She reminds me that she is clean and I am all stinky. She wants to thank me for taking her to the Milwaukee factory this morning and won’t do that until I’ve had a shower. I head into the bedroom and strip down for my shower. She stands in the door to watch. She walks over to the overnight bag, digs around for a little bit, and comes out with a dildo. ‘Don’t take too long in there. I’m going to get my motor running.’ She walks past me back into the den. I hear the vibrator come on as she walks.