My husband and I have been married for many years and have reached the age where we can no longer do some of the things we used to do.. (Especially hi...m ED is a terrible thing with age – I tell him he wore it out when younger) He told me that writing about the past has helped him relive the incident. I have found this to be the case. In thinking back to the incident in order to write about it I did get wet. In most cases we have photos to help us remember. We cant show them here because of the. I did as instructed ensuring my knees were wide apart. I felt her cool hands on my bottom and then her tongue probing me, licking me, and then her fingers prying me open. Her flesh was warm as it joined mine, her thighs against mine as one hand moved up my back to the nape of my neck. Leaning against me, she bent me over the footboard of the bed. Once there I felt her hands rip my pantyhose apart. A moment later my ass felt the first of many slaps from her firm hands. “You cannot keep me. “I guess it does have advantages,” she said as I kissed her. “I’ve missed you so much, J.”“Ditto that. Let’s stop at Bob Evans for breakfast before we head home.”We had breakfast, sitting on the same side of the booth and feeding each other like we were newlyweds or lovers. We were. Now that she was with me, I wasn’t as frantic to drive and either get home or anyplace else. Back in the truck, she laid her head on my shoulder and before I’d hit I-69, she was asleep. I stopped at the rest area. I told herthat these are the only shoes my wife allowed me to wear. I wear themall the time and learned to love them. I guess the Institute taught meto be as feminine as possible and it has stuck. Paula smiled and said,"Terri you look beautiful all the time, I want to be just like you."Paula gave me a big hug just as the elevator doors opened and Steve wasthere waiting for us. I could tell Steve was happy with me bonding withhis son, his crossdressing son. Steve had a big smile as we walked.