Hescrubbed his smeared make up and removed the flattened wig.He put on some lipstick and "poufed" up his hair into asfeminine style as possible. He sl...d back into bed and gazedat Denise's sleeping face. He was totally smitten. That wasthe good news, he worried that she was too. He worried thatif she was, what would they do. He saw Denise open her eyesand smile. He knew she loved him, and he stopped worryingabout how they would work through this...they would make itwork."Good morning beautiful,". Get used to hearing him referred as such, he is my husband and we love each other passionately. However, I am also his submissive. I use the second bedroom, it attaches to the master bedroom via the master bath. Each of the other bedrooms has its own bath. If we have no overnight guests, the one not in use need not be cleaned until it is used. I can see you counting in your head, little one, the answer to the bathroom question is FIVE in total. There are three baths for the four bedrooms, one. In the past they had been roommates together in college and now, a few years later, they were still living together here in the big city in a dumpy and painfully small one bedroom apartment that, between both of their jobs, they could just barely afford. There was little to no privacy here under the best of circumstances and they even had to share the single small bed in their only bedroom. Marcie actually preferred to sleep nude and Rachael was a nearly shameless exhibitionist, but they both. The skin to skin contact gave me hot goosebumps. My pussy was craving him. My blood was pumping so hard and fast that I could feel my pulse between my legs. The feel of his hard cock pressing into me only made me even hornier. Mike took swept me into his arms and carried me into my bedroom. He set me down on my bed, dropped his tool belt to the floor, and climbed onto it with me. His huge body covered me. My legs spread to accommodate his hips and he ground his dick into me. It felt good, but.