Oh, oh oh, yessss!” I moaned while stroking and sucking his dick.He stopped eating me out and said, “Bring that coochie to my cock.” I obeyed. H... remained laying down on the couch. I turned around to face him, my tits exposed and pointed in his direction, my pussy wet and sloppy, and my skirt pulled up over my belly. I sat on his cock and let him go inside me as I started to ride him gently with my hands resting on his body. He held me by my butt, his fingers digging into the skin and fat on my. I pushed a bit more and, after some tries, I finally passed through her tight sphincter. I was in now. Camilla then opened her mouth to scream, but I put a hand covering her sexy plump red lips.Her muffled cries turned me on even more. I pushed forward again, knowing that my sweet wife was trying her new outfit right there in the next stall and she could hear us…Camilla pushed back against my crotch and I felt that my cockhead was hitting the bottom of her stretched anus. I was in Heaven…I. So, though my body was betraying me as the male I wanted to be, I was able to maintain a veneer of maleness, enough so as to not be shunned by normal guys my age. But another disconcerting factor was in play; namely, I had thoughts of being a woman sometimes. Initially these thoughts only came about during masturbation. I would find myself fantasizing doing the things to the men in the porn magazines I masturbated to, that the female models were doing! These thoughts would be banished the. I finally found a pair that I hoped Khrys would like. I then decided on a second gift that would be more representative of our relationship. I found the perfect gift online. It was a heavy wooden hairbrush, the ad referred to it as a ‘paddle brush’. As I ordered it my thinking was ‘perfect’. I was not sure if I would ever use it but I thought it would be a really fun gift.I spoke with Khrystiana on her actual birthday (which was on the Thursday before we went out). The obvious reason for.