I watched as Sam came back with another bottle of wine, kicked off his heels and sat back on the sofa. As he pulled his dress down, I glimpsed a flash... of stocking top. He caught me looking at his legs. “Not bad are they, Joe?”“What?” I said, embarrassed at being caught staring.“My legs you dope, I saw you looking at them.”“No, I wasn’t.” This was getting out of hand.“No matter, Joe. Now, what do you want to know about me?”“Well, how did you start, you know—““Dressing as a girl?”I nodded. “It. My pussy felt raw. He gently started to rock his still hard cock in me."Owe, ohhh, ummm." Is all I could say.He pushed all of him in me again."Are you ok? I'm sorry I don't know what came over me." I'm ok. Don't be sorry that was amazing."His cock began to harden again. He ran his hands all over me. He played with my nipples, and massaged my muscles as he continued to slowly pump my very sensitive pussy. His finger rubbed my anus which was slick from our fluids. I didn't have the strength to. She wasn’t really mad, but she knew he always liked her eyebrow trick. ‘Yeah, I know,’ he said dismissively. ‘But I don’t want to be one of those guys who doesn’t remember our anniversary until a week after it happens. Besides, if I’d given you your anniversary surprise on your anniversary, it wouldn’t have been a surprise, would it?’ ‘If you start talking about iocane powder, I’m leaving.’ Of course, she didn’t actually make a move towards the door. Instead, she sat down on the bed and crossed. The salesman, wide eyed, was looking back and forth between the two men. He had overheard the entire conversation, of course, but had refrained from asking any questions. Doug guessed, based on his uncomfortable stance that he had decided he didn't want to know.They reversed course and exited the building on the far side, and Doug rolled his chair into a van that was, except for the color, almost a carbon copy of the first one.They waited until the driver received a signal and drove off the.