I picked on her a lot, although she would get me back. Sometimes I would ask her, “What’s so special about being a girl? Jeez, I would think being... female would be such a hassle. Wouldn’t it be easier if you had been born a guy?”She retorted, “Why on earth would I want to be a guy? I love being female.”I shook my head. “I don’t get it.”“You probably never will, either. What an idiot, acting so macho, but I bet it’s all a front. You could never handle being a girl.”“Why would I want to?”“Maybe. Rising on her knees a little she pushed forward against my hand as, through her skirt, I now rubbed her very centre. She gave another little sigh and moved one hand from my head down across my front, brushing the crotch of my jeans, now bearing witness to the effect the closeness to her breasts was having to me. "Sven", she said, quietly but still with a little note of outrage in her voice, that was quickly lost in a groan as I rubbed her breasts a little more firmly. She let go my head and. I closed the gate behind me and made my way carefully across the gravel. Lee was waiting at the front door for me and again, held it open as I entered the house. It was dark. I heard Lee fumbling for the light switch and within a few seconds a pale light glowed. From what I could see, in the dim light, the inside was pleasant enough. The small foyer opened up into a kitchen and a comfortable looking living room. I could just make out a stairwell on the other side of the room, leading upward. I. .tell me I'm your horny faggot husband and please describe me how you imagine our meeting in hotel room...freakyericayou like that photo babyMR.X describe me how you imagine our meeting in hotel room...freakyericaI want my horny husband to kiss me deeply with his tongue holding me close and walking me backwards towards the bed then push me away making me fall on my back on to the bed the quickly garbing my legs lifting them up and sliding his hand up to my ankles then grasping my high heels.