I ... I..." Marsha's mind was afog. She had just learned her husband was a pervert. The wonderful, handsome man she had fallen in love with lusted aft...er children. She suddenly felt lightheaded as if she might faint. Her world was crashing down around her and she had no idea what to do next. She hardly felt the hand of the boy take hers and guide her to the other bedroom. It was almost as if she were drugged. her mind could not, would not process what she had just experienced. Everything, every. After a few minutes she told me she had just ordered two pairs of breastforms (feed the birds with that other stuff in a week or so was a sidecomment) and a wig form. She said that storing the wig in a bag on theself was just asking for trouble. She had given her own house as theaddress for delivery from the Boutique and put them on her credit card.She hoped that was all right and I could pay her when they arrived - itwas marvelous.She decided it was necessary to go shopping in the morning. They may be similar; they may be totally different. I can’t remember what they are like.”“Do you fancy a coffee?” She asked.“It’ll have to be at mine, I’m not allowed in halls after midnight. Only because I’m not a resident this year, Rob’s the one that’s supposed to be banned.” She looked at me expectantly, “Long story and it’s fine I’m happy to run you back after.”“I’d love that then. It’ll be nice to see where you live.”“Be warned there may be the smell of burnt water. They had to fend for. Oh, excuse me, but I'm going to have to give you some attention there before anything else happens..."And like that, Margo was out of her clothes, under me, loving my swinging boobs just the way I liked.Margo was true to her word. She loved me, well, all over my body, anyway. She was a short woman, dark hair, dark eyes, a ton of pussy hair (which I love, of course) Eyebrows (brow?) like the artist Frieda Kahlo, wine-dark nipples and pussy lips, a nice woman's wide ass and hips. She said that I.