.. ," she uttered. I did it again. "Ah..."Slap, "ah... ," slap, "ah... ," slap, "ah..."Her thighs moved out to the split and then closed. I looked bac... at her face and saw her tongue tucked at the right side of her mouth, like it does when she's about to make a difficult shot. I knew she was trying to capture my cock.She was telegraphing her attempts to snare the head of my cock by moving her tongue at the corner of her lips. Each time the head of my cock slapped her pussy she attempted to trap. While i was considering it, he took my shoes off already, leaving the black short socks on.the smell was strong (smelled like swiss cheese) he started licking on them, not on the feet on the socks, sniffing them licking them..(i didnt find it gross anymore, i found it hot) i couldnt wait any longer- David,fuck me please! ( i moaned)He took off one sock and bend over to me and we both started licking on the sock like 2 wild dogs.I didnt mind the smell any longer.- Stick it inside me sweety.3. "Oh, God," he panted as his heart threatened to beat out of his chest. She arched her back off the desk as he thrust himself into her slowly, her breasts rising into the air with every surge of his hips. She was a goddess, her body a temple, so tight and hot as if it had been made for worship. James ran his hands over her tanned skin, mapping the soft flesh with his fingertips."Harder," she begged him and James shoved himself harder into her, fucking her as if he meant to break her. She moaned. I had worn female clothes in secret for years, a fact I did not disclose to my wife. I had no desire to dress for the first 7 years of marriage, and at the time I thought I was cured of what I though was something I maybe should not be doing?I worked shifts at the time, and was home alone with the dogs, with the wife being at work. Do not ask me why, but I had gone in her wardrobe for something? and for some reason took dress out and felt an overwhelming desire to put it on. That was it. The.