. so that's where you're getting your inside information," I said with a grin."Yes ... her and other places. You've made quite an impression in a very...short time. I had to meet you to find out just who John Flannery's nemesis was." Well, I'm not trying to be his nemesis. My main objective is to stay out of his way. So far, so good."We decided to look at the menus and a few minutes later after I filled her in on my background, the waiter arrived and we ordered."What do you think will happen with. I am still reticent about going out in public as Katie, but my motheronce more improvises a Scottish outfit for me ? the famous Macrae tartan? and encourages me to accompany her to town in a kilt. The effect ofthis outfit is strangely more feminine than when I wore it as a youngerboy, perhaps because my smooth-skinned appearance is more incongruousnow that I am taller and older, perhaps because the kilt is quite a bitshorter and tighter than would be likely to be worn by a Scotsman. Butthe. Two weeks passed and things just went on as normal and that night was never discussed again. Then like a bolt of lightening out of the blue after sex, she tells me that she thinks she's found the ideal couple and would I like to see what I thought of their profile.She got the laptop and showed me there details on the swingers site. They looked like an attractive couple and the female did have some hot bondage outfits and did indeed turn out to be dominant and bisexual. Her husband's penis in. She mentioned there was a guy she was attracted to at work and I gave her my approval. Of course I was balls deep in her at the time and loved hearing about my lil slut being bad. Joe was a hi-lo driver at work who let his attraction to my wife be known, even complimenting certain clothes she wore. Especially tight pants that sported her camel toe between her legs. It was hard to hide her thick meaty lips. Ive been with more than a few women, even married once before and none compare to my lil.