To mai khush ho gaya or usse uska adress le liye or agle din pahle uske bataye huye address par u hi dekhne gaya ki waha kon kon hai aaju baju koi pah...han wala to nahi hai …or meri jan pahchan ka wahan koi nahi rahta ..fir 1 ghante baad mai uske ghar gaya ghar pe wo bilkul akeli thi uska parlour bhi band tha kyunki market off tha tuesday ke karan..mai 2 baje uske gharGaya or jake use kaha ki mai hi rohan hun…wo mujhe dekhkar muskura ke boli oh to aap hi hain aayie andar aa jaiye…mai khush ho. I hear you walk quietly up the stairs to find all the lights off apart from a bit of light coming through the bedroom door, you can hear the tv on but your not sure what it is I’m watching you probably think I will be asleep, you slowly open the door and see me on the bed in the school girls outfit getting started without you. As you open the door a little more I pretend to be completely focused on what I’m doing, pretending I have no idea your stood there watching. What you can see is me. ..The latex gloves fondling my aching balls, fingers squuezing and tugging as he hungry, made up lips worked my shaft.Her moans were driving me crazy and it was everything I could do not to empty in her throat right there.I remember trembling when I walked up the stone path to the front door. 29 and married for 6 years, but here I was about to knock on the door of a man dressed in womens under wear. A year of shameful and guilt wracked wanks to sissy and tranny porn, watching those soft cute. Suddenly I felt a rush of warmth on my lady garden. Scott had slid his hand into my panties. For a moment his hand stayed static, just cupping my dripping pussy. It was him who let out a low deep moan, gently squeezing me. He dipped one finger into my hole, and then expertly traced it up towards my throbbing clitoris. His touch made me let out a little squeal of delight. He began rubbing my little mound in circles. His other hand left my breast and reached towards my panties. He slipped one.