In truth I was intending to take advantage of one of my fewopportunities to indulge my secret cross-dressing fantasies and had beenplanning this day w...ll in advance. I had been a closet CD ever since myteenage years, and although I thought I should stop once I was married,I quickly found that you can't just switch off those sorts of feelingsas if they are a light. My wife once found my secret stash of clothing,and whilst being tolerant, thought that simply getting me to throw themaway would. "She rubbed the tip of her nose against mine. "It's because I'm so happy to see you, Lincoln."We were standing close together; and I could feel the heat of her feminity searing me. I liked it; and I clasped my hands at the small of her back and snugged her even tighter against me. She was leaning back slightly so that she could look up into my face; but even with that, her lovely breasts were still socked against my chest."And I'm very happy to see you again, Honey." Do you know what?" she. "These were the exact words he spoke to me in his customary defective grammar after he had deceived me into exchanging a kiss in a public place. Yet even more than the omission of the subject in what should have been an easily assembled statement of his native language, my thoughts were occupied with the meaning of these words. In fact I had become so preoccupied by my attempts to discern the meaning of his utterance that I had neglected to retract my eyebrow to its customary position until I. Her hair is up and tied back revealing a very sensual neckline. Leanne is an absolutely beautiful girl... intelligent, caring, funny plus the sort you would NEVER tire of being with and one that you'd fall madly in love with and want to keep and protect forever... a gorgeous smile and an infectious laugh... they don't get much better than this! The workshop finishes and Leanne stays behind for a chat. Whilst chatting Leanne suddenly grimaces in pain, her shoulders hurt. I offer to massage them.