It was a picture, a screen-grab in fact… Yes, she had found my xhamster profile. My heart sank… Oh my god what do I say? What do I do? Another txt...followed “We need to talk”. This is it, I thought! Anyway, after a long chat, and several reassurances that she was the only one, she actually seemed ok that I had a cross dressing fetish. In fact she was saying that she loved my pictures and was a little jealous of how good she thought I looked. She wanted to be a part of it with me, she wanted to. He smiled. They didn’t need a million other ways to say it. They had them, and they said them too, but they didn’t need them. “I love you too, sweetheart.” The house was cold and quiet as they stepped inside, as if no one had used it for months. On most days it would rest in its place like an aged sleeping dog on the sidewalk, and others who lived nearby would walk past it and almost feel its emptiness, admire it nonetheless, and carry on their lives with no other passing thought. It was only. I look so girly and a bit of a slut too with my stocking tops and suspenders on show”. Cindy said. “It certainly is, now who needs a drink”? I enquired“I do” Cindy said.“And me” Amy added.We all went down stairs and went to my kitchen where I made three drinks sending Cindy to the fridge to get milk. Oh yes she had to bend over to get the bottle out. Full marks to her as she wiggled her panty clad bottom at us while bent right over. Amy stood next to me and whispered. “Is she doing. He didn’t lick or suck my nipples. They were just sweet kisses of adoration – for my body! He then kissed back down my stomach and my dick and returned to sucking it.I’m an alpha male. I like being in control. I don’t like Alma sitting on me, riding my dick. I like being on top.After another couple of minutes I softly said, “Dennis, can I fuck you?” That was dirty talk, but pretty unavoidable.He simply said, “Yes.”I got up on my knees and turned him so he was on his knees and elbows. He spread.