He had told me on the phone that he was a married guy age 28, and he enjoyed wearing womens underwear and clothes, describing what he would wear when ...e met. He told me he would be wearing his wifes black stockings and knickers, a short denim skirt and a white t shirt, also make up.I was REALLY nervous as I arrived at his house. I stopped outside and looked at the house, wondering if I should go in. I decided that I must try it, so I knocked the door. The door opened and he was standing just. The conversation stopped as they ate lunch. Lunch finished Ginger asked Hey Vivian tomorrow night I heard they might have invited a friend of Deons. Frank told me the guys has a horse cock, even bigger then Deons. Look Vivian, lets have a good time this weekend, fuck our brains out and Monday well deal with your problem, OK? OK Ginger lets go I need to get a couple pair of panties. They paid for lunch and headed to the boutique. After a couple pf hours of shopping they agreed to talk either. She has a runner’s legs, nice ass and firm breasts. Amanda was my age if not older. She also had fuller hips, ass and breasts than either Danny or Rena. She was still quite gorgeous and I told her as much. There was plenty to grab hold of on this lovely mature lady. Her skin looked soft as a baby’s bottom, and I could hardly wait to feel it on my skin. I did not wait. I buried my face between her large soft breasts and snuggled in to the luxurious feel and small. She clutched my head in her. "Let's just sit down a bit," he pleaded.We sat on the bed, I was uncomfortably aware I was in heat and the scent of me was not being contained by my thin panties. John though sat rigid, he ignored the hand I sent questing over one of his thighs. "It is not you," he said suddenly. "It is just not right, I love my wife."I stared at him in disbelief, then stood up, shaking with humiliation, picked up my dress. "You came to us!" I hissed at him in dreadful fury, rejection reducing me to spitting as.