What the fuck? How did this happen? She was my bitch of an ex-wife, I didn’t hate her but I didn’t like her much either. OK, that wasn’t quite t...rue. But there is no denying that she had taken me to the cleaners and wiped me from her life like a j-cloth saturated in flash cleaner burnishing out a grimy tidemark on her stand-alone enamel bath.What the fuck’s going on now?Before we knew what was going down, we were sucking each others tongues like a pair of demented intertwined Dysons, tearing off. She notices that they are also moist and rubs the damp fabric, caressing her clit and lips softly.Enjoy the sensation she stops suddenly, curious to know if Jordan, her husband, is awake. Quickly she roles over to disappointment as he is still fast asleep, lying flat on his back, one arm up over his head, the other at his side and snoring lightly as he does.‘Dam, wish he was awake” Alexa thinks to herself. “I’d like to calm this urge that’s taking me over.’ She rolls over to her. Reluctant though she was, she just didn't know what to make of herfindings, eventually telling Miles about it. She explained about thestories of forced feminisation, of men being given hormones secretly bytheir wives and others, and how they were sometimes forced to servicetheir wives' boyfriends.What she didn't explain, because she didn't realise, was that for acasual cross dresser, these were fantasies. David was strictlyhetrosexual, and while he might read such stories, he would no more. "That's better!" Jane sang asshe stroked the warm slick front of his plastic panties, making him allexcited again. "What a good baby girl you're being for Mummy now." Shemade him dust the whole house and vacuum from top to bottom beforelunch, and despite the occasional maternal attention and her thrillingcaresses, he was grateful for the rest when Mummy removed his pinaforein the kitchen around midday. She steered him backwards till his paddedbum bumped into the highchair and crooned,.