To didi jatt se uthi or unka lund pakad ke apne muh ke paas rakh li. Lekin ye kya jiju ne unko dur kiya or kaha seema please aise nahi muje ye sab nah...i pasand. Tu mere paani apne muh me mat liya karo.Didi nirash hote hue jiju ka lund hilate hue bolne lagi itna saal ho gaye humeri shadi ko lekin aaj taka aapne na hi muje apna lund chusne diya or na hi kabi meri chut chati, aakhir kab tak hum aise hi sirf chudai karte rahege kya apko kuch naya karna pasand nahi?Jiju bolne lage dekho seema tum. The addiction started slow but by the time I was 18 dressing as a woman and going to gay bars became a every weekend event. Meeting other TV's and dancing not sex was the main reason I went to the bars. There were a few close calls with men that wanted to take me home but I always talk my way out of them. The sexual fantasies I had with me dressed always included having sex with a man, but at that age I was to scarred to follow through on them. In collage I meet my wife and informed her. I look inside and it's a pair of vanity fair full-bottom panties, pink acetate and practically see thru. A full, open-bottom panty girdle with six thick straps and white; a pair of wolford white thigh-high stockings and a pair of sandal strap five inch stiletto heels, white. The ensemble is finished with a pink chemise, silky and smooth as candy. "Put your outfit on sissy," your request, I interpret as a command from my wonderful mistress. "Yes my queen." I dress and you pull into the parking. My hand in you to feel your vagina to contract during orgasm. You enjoy. You scream. You tremble ... But I continue to lick you and you fisted.My cock hardened again. Nothing excites him more than to see you enjoy. My mouth goes up on your belly and then on your breasts. I love suck too.I withdraw my sticky fingers of your sex. Statements shall I your legs. I bring her your feet behind your head.I pass over you, presenting my ass to your order. I have the same view of your crotch. Your ass is.