What was looking back at me was perfect.I wore a wig that somewhat matched the color of my natural hair, a more natural color lipstick to fit my compl...exion, and a string of pearls of course. I wasn't after guys, but had heard that women go nuts for a man in a skirt. I was about to put that to a test.I took a cab to my friend's apartment to somewhat conceal myself from wandering eyes, but alas, when I got out even in the steps to his building I still got heckled by a few couples who catcalled. Your next one is going to come with me buried deep inside of you. You sense my desire and pull my head to yours, your tongue moving all over my lips and chin, tasting and drinking in your cum from my face. I feel your tongue forcing its way into my mouth, reaching deep inside. At the same time, your hand reaches down to guide me inside you. It’s hard to enter you at first, because your contractions have made you so tight inside. I feel you relax for just a second and you seem to suck me inside. Now it was a pleasing reality. I stood and put my hand tightly around Patrick’s Mr. Happy and in a no-nonsense, take-no-prisoners manner lead him to the bedroom. Once there I seated myself with some pomp, deliberately and regally, in the bedroom chair. I crossed my right leg over my left at the knee and bounced my right foot slightly up and down. I looked at Patrick’s face, raised my eyebrows, and gave him look of expectation. His face was actually flushed, with arousal or embarrassment I don’t. You're on the morning train. You're married, you're a grown-up. You're a loyal and faithful husband. She's dangerous. Keep well back. Those alarm bells ring but against your best intentions your groin takes control. Your cock twitches and you tighten up. She senses this internal battle. Your intentions are good and honourable she knows. She knows you're loyal too and love your k**s. But this isn't about loyalty and honour. This is about lust and she will have you.She straightens up again, pen.