I know who you are, Thomas.Knowing you, I insisted that she make you appear as a natural woman. Itold Leanne to make you look like a woman, not a femi...nized man tryingand living as a woman. We told The Duke we would only approve, if herequired Leanne to transform you into the image of a woman so no onewould know. They wanted you to look like a sissy man mocking the imageof a woman to humiliate and demean you. We would refuse to approvethis unless they agreed to make you appear as a natural. When she mentioned her husband, I had a sudden flash of realization.We originally met Diane because she was dating Philip, a black guy who we shared some common friends with and who occasionally hung out with us. Diane just mentioned her husband and I knew for sure that she wasn’t married to Philip… she must have been into this whole cuckolding thing too!I was still trying to figure out if there was anything else that I’d missed as Melissa and Diane got caught up on some small talk as Diane. " she half whispered, standing in the doorway. I told her it was too risky and I could get in serious trouble if caught. She gently pleaded with me but I refused. " That is a shame 'cus the girls legs would look great in these." She pulled her dress up once again. Her stocking-ed thighs aroused my penis instantly. She noticed it pushing against the flimsy covers these Brits have on their beds. A wicked smile appeared on her face and she came over to me. She knelt-down next to my bed and. " She stopped, put her hands on her hips and shook her head. Her long dark hair, with its tints of auburn glistening in the mid-morning sun, swung flirtatiously. It was exactly the effect she was looking for. She looked earnestly towards the beach. "And over the next few weeks, my team will be hoping to find evidence of those legends." She strode purposefully out of the water and on to the scorching sand to join the small group of women assembled there.As she reached them, one of them, holding.