"I always dress like this now, Terry, and now you know the reason that your Father and Mother no longer have anything to do with me." I'm not at all s...urprised at that, look at yourself, wearing women's clothes like a fairy!"Arthur looked downcast. "Obviously you made a mistake coming here, I think you had better go back to the others and leave me to myself."Suddenly I took pity on him as he choked on his words and I began to realise that I should at least have the good grace to hear him out,. My brother's name is Wes. He's 15 and will be a sophomore. He rides his bike all over the county and is on the cross country team, so he's in real good shape. Both of us are best friends with Joey and Samantha, a brother and sister next door. Actually, Wes and Joey are best friends and Sam and I are best friends. The only time anybody calls Sam Samantha is when they're mad at her or want to make sure the person being talked to knows she's a girl.Wes and I were best buddies as long as I can. ..though very enjoyable.The next week I went to the same spot and only saw people at a distance , again a good 2-3 ejoyable hours...so much so that I went the next day.This time I went through my usual routine , parking close to the cinder path leading to the beach, and whilst in the car stripping off to my swimsuit....putting on my hair piece and putting on my (girlie) trainers for the walk to the beach.This time there were a few more visitors and I felt confident enough to venture a paddle. He was back the next morning and when I let him in we went back to my bed room and he again fucked me longer and deeper than ever and we didn't get out of bed untill nearly lunch when he had to leave. I was so sore that I couldn't let my husband touch me for a couple day's after that and Mike was out of town for a few day's to let me get better, my poor little pussy has never been streached like this , but it was worth it ! I did tell Mike that I loved my husband and didn't want to hurt him.