It was hard for me to breathe ... Then she got off the rack, I opened my eyes and her urine invaded them, stinging me. I noticed Denise's hands scrubb...ng all of my makeup along with the urine. She ugly me, she stripped me of my beauty, of my being, I was a poor sow tied to mercy. Then Denise came down to my pussy again and began to penetrate me counting fingers ... 1, 2, 3, 4, ..."You want the last bitch"? "No please Denise no! Fisting is too heavy!”, I said."I don't even care" Denise replied.I. The underskirts wouldn't be overly noticeable,mostly providing just more volume. They would be attached to the skirt,in a neutral white, but they could be personalized with lace at the hemand a satin ribbon that would matched the other items in the outfit;thus if the underskirt did show when I bent over or turned too fast, itwould be attractive. Seeing no other options and becoming increasinglymore embarrassed as we talked about my feminized uniform, I agreed toadd the petticoats. The uniform. I would be lying if I said no," she grinned naughtily. I guess she got more comfortable thanks to my directness. I could feel my boner stiffening. The idea of my wife eyeing an older man's bulge really aroused me."Is he well packed?" I went even further."Haha, well, I guess..." she bit her lower lip and chuckled, "he fills the fabric of his trousers quite well."It was quite abstract at the beginning, but it became very clear that she was ready. Her attraction was sexual and she was confident. Unlike his father, he genuinely cared for her, thought about her and how he could help her in many things, and mostly never asked for anything in return. She moved over him so she was straddling his chest. His hands automatically rested on her thighs. Then she moved one knee and the other, so her vulva was over his face.“Honey,” she said softly. “I am going to come down on you so you can please me. You can see my vulva there na?”“Yes mom, it’s beautiful.”“You know from using your fingers what.