He was about 18. I often saw him outside, but never with friends. I was always pleasant with him, but just usually a hi how your doing. One day I was ...taking my laundry to the laundry room, and he was going in at the same time. I started chatting with him. He looked pretty down. I asked him how he was doing, and he gave the obligatory answer of fine. I said, if he didnt mind me saying, he looked pretty unhappy. He told me he was ok, just lonely. He told me he didnt have too many friends, and. She was dressed in bright red high heals with a curvy black dress that fit her in just the right way.After I mustered up all my strength I opened the door and greeted her with the biggest smile I could and then I said "The bed rooms down the hall to the left"I could not get over how great looking she was, she had the longest legs I'd ever seen. and her breast were so plump and perky. She greeted my husband with her gorgeous blue eyes, that she had flashed at me earlier. She looked at me, then. A man wearing women's clothing - no pretense of lookinglike a woman. In a way, it felt simpler - easier - to only wear the softand frilly women's finery without concealing my maleness beneath afeminine facade.We relaxed on the balcony, the cool breeze flickering our nyloncoverings, creating sensual sensations. We sipped wine throughout theevening. Grace talked about the wedding and how excited she was to bemarrying me. Obviously, hearing her say that warmed me through andthrough. She still. Uske baad main uske niche ko touch karne laga uske chut ko aur uski gand ko magar usne mana kar diya aur kaha ki ye mere pati ki amanat hai aur us pe aap ka koi hak nahi hai, to maine kaha thik hai agar tum nahi chahti ho to maine waha touch nahi karunga phir dhire dhire hum dono ek dusre ke upper hone lage kabhi wo mere upper aur kabhi main uske upper hota tha, wo jab bhi mere upper hoti to main uski gaand ko jor se daga leta pahle to usne mana kiya phir wo mujhe apni gand dabane dene lagi.