How I got there is not the normal story oftwo people just growing apart. No, I am completely at fault. She couldno longer live with someone that was... lying to her. It was a gradualprocess really. About five years into our marriage I finally came cleanto her and admitted that I was a cross dresser. That when she was awayor when I was gone on a trip I liked to dress in women's clothing. Shewas shocked but after my assurance that it was just a masturbation thingand that I did not want to be a. With the small breasts, black hair and slim figure.Now she was honestly terrified. she was about to remove her pants and once again she repeated the mantra: “This is all a very bad dream, no way this is happening, just ignore it and it will go away!”And so, as slowly as she could, she removed her pants. She screamed again.“Shit! Fucking shit! It’s still fucking there! What the fuck is going on here?” It stroke her like lightning, like a missing piece of a puzzle. Alene knew it, why this is. Holy crap. Laura Vandervoort is actually finger-fucking me up the ass. How hot is that? I’ve never been ass-fucked before; always thought it was a gay thing. It was okay for women to receive it, I guess, but not straight men. But it looked like Laura was opening my eyes to a thing or two about pleasure. “You like that,” she murmured as she finger-fucked me hard, “Don’t you, Jan?” “Yes,” I said, helpless to do anything but lay there and let her fingers thrust deep into my hole over and over. ”Crossley favoured my facetious remark with a chuckle. “You could well be correct, Colonel, but the latest additions to the Enclosure Acts, allowing landowners to fence in what had been common land, still rankles with the population in some parts of the kingdom. Thankfully, Somerset has not suffered the troubles of other counties as we have plenty of upland suitable for grazing; the Mendips, the Brendon Hills and the Quantocks, not forgetting Exmoor further to the west. The Somerset Levels.