The veins starting to become prominent as it becomes stiffer and stiffer. The head engorges and swells at the thought of what is to come. ‘Oh God’... you moan, ‘I need you. I need to feel you filling me.’ ‘Mmmm.’ I respond. ‘I want to fill you.’ ‘Come with me’ I say I lead you out the back door, away from the crowd. It is late evening but the Summer heat still fills the air. I lead you to a small rowboat by the nearby lake. Silently we get in and I row away from the shore. I am taking long slow. Our initial meeting lasted for more than an hour. I received a call from Anitha once she reached the hostel.She told me openly that she wanted to go for it. She forced me for the next day only. When we discussed the place, she told me she was ready to do it in a hotel. I asked to travel with me to Bangalore where I was staying alone. She agreed to come.I booked a Shatabdi train for both of us. We reached Bangalore at around half past four in the evening. I dropped Anitha at my house and came. The subject simply never came up again and I wrote it off over the years to my wife's generally bad memory.Over the next several years I continued to dress up some times in my wife's clothes and other times in some of my own that I had acquired over time, mostly that I purchased myself at a department store (that's another story). I always kept them well hid. I did have a feeling that she was a little aware about my crossdressing when she blamed me for some damage to a pair of her crop. And my moist lips, working their way upwards, towards your very own wet lips. Your thick aroma already envelopes my every sense, imploring me to hurry up and fuck you. But you know that it won’t come that swiftly.My smooth palms, already wet as my body senses the acts about to be committed, caress your breasts, sliding over them, beneath them, tickling your skin and sending goose bumps over your entire body. I gently pull on your nipples, sending a minor spasm through your body, your smooth.