....*********************************************************************************************After I got home I went straight to the kitchen, I wa... hungry and craved chicken and mashed potatoes. As I was fixing my dinner, I couldn't help but remember that I was making Kevin's favorite meal. Maybe it was because I missed him..or it could have been I was carrying his offspring.As I set the table to eat I heard a knock on my front door. Who in the hell is that? I thought to myself as I walked. His soft sighs turned to gentle moans as his lips moved down toward my soaked pussy. He gently kissed the top of the curls as he massaged my soft inner thighs. His moans increased in volume as i spread my legs slightly more for him as in invitation. His mouth moved to my inner thighs which he kissed and ever so gently bit. Soon i could feel his tongue on my lips. He slowly licked my lips savouring the taste. “mmmm . . . It’s so good”. He spread my thighs a little wider and then teasingly. We went inside, past his confused parents, who I heard that when told Blake was seeing me again they responded with, ‘Heather?! You mean Heather Heather?!’ I guess they had heard the highschool stories too. Walking straight into his room I plopped myself down on his bed, I knew it would kill him after so long of dreaming of me there, to see me finally in the place he’s always wanted me. Albeit with a few more clothes on then he would have wanted but hey, you can’t complain. I knew it would. I was quite happy with that. I thought he was too. I was wrong.When my husband first approached me about his fetish, I didn't know whatto make of it."I want to dress up as a sissy French maid and clean the house everyweekend."Not once would I have ever expected this from him. It took me minutes toraise my jaw off the floor after he announced that. He's over six feettall. He weighs more than 200 pounds. He's of Mediterranean ancestry;there's thick black hair all over his body. I still remember.