She kept on moaning loud and loud, holding her head with both of her palms.Sometimes crawling on the bed and shouting with pure pleasure and ecstasy.S...e clenched, and I felt the end is near. Her legs tightened, and she shouted. I felt her cum dripping down my dick. But I didn’t stop but kept on pumping and pounding, varying my pace.She was on to it feeling each and every bit of this romantic lovemaking night. After some minutes, the mighty surge of my cum began its prevailing journey, crippling. Right. Until I realized that she was crying."Hey," I whispered, squeezing her shoulder. "Everyone is okay. No need to cry. It's all okay."Charlotte looked up from my chest and I had to force myself not to laugh. Her crying into my filthy t-shirt had transferred some of the soot onto her face, and her hair was everywhere. The result was comical– but she was still beautiful."It's not okay!" she sobbed. "You have always been a friend to me, and I've been such a bitch to you. I just ... I don't. She wore her hair up in a more formal style, revealing tantalizing glimpses of supple neck and glittering diamonds decorating each ear. She was a vision, but not one of his own making.He remembered her gasp when she opened package, and how its contents overflowed its edges, as though it had suddenly taken its own deep breath, increasing its volume to double the box's capacity. The material was black as night, and reflected the light as though it was partly metallic. When she lifted it from the. Mum knew Dad dressed and at first joined him in the early years of themarriage even encouraged his dressing, but later she came to feel thatthe female side was more around rather than the male. Eventually she grewdisheartened with this until she was no longer able to accept it and theyseparated.There were times when their daughter often teased her Dad, though in aloving way as she was more accepting and understanding. Once when he wasdressed in his female clothing, the thought occurred to her.