His life, and in particular hismarriage, had become mundane and he was increasingly feeling the need toresume his cross dressing, something he had giv...n up when he married Annesome 20 years earlier. Giving up had been easy as he found he was ableto live his fantasies through Anne but the short skirts and high heels heloved to see her wear were now a dim and distant memory having long agobeen passed to the local charity shops. His experiements with crossdressing as a teenager and young adult. Our tongues twirled together and my hands confirmed what Darlene had said about Cindy's absent bra. For her part, Cindy groped in my crotch and found my hardened cock. She kissed me harder. Darlene looked over her shoulder at us."Uh-oh. Satan has a moustache now," she said. My makeup had been transferred to Cindy's lip. We decided it was okay so Darlene made a field repair. She pulled out a pencil and gave Cindy her own moustache.We pulled out of the gas station and drove down dark streets.. Every now and again they would pause to admire one of the thirty bronze statues that adorned each side of the bridge at precise intervals. Some of the statues were worn in places, as they were touched by the many pedestrians who traversed the span each day. Near the center of the bridge, which was nearly a third of a mile long, they found the statue of St. John Nepomuk, a catholic priest whose tortured body, according to legend, had been thrown into the river from that very spot in 1393. For. Amy continued to moan lightly with each penetration, and soon her own hand reached down to rub against her clit as she enjoyed the sensation of the hard dildo slipping in and out of her. It was the first time she had ever felt something inside of her that was not in her own hand, and she could only begin to imagine the pleasure of a genuine cock slipping into her. She lay back now, her legs parted wide as she felt her b*****r pushing inside of her young wet pussy, and felt the pleasure of her.