Us time usne ek white transparent shirt pehna tha bina bra ke jisse uske boobs dikh rahe the thoda aur niche bahut hi chota sa mini skirt tha aur pant... bhi nahi tha jisse kabhi kabhi uski chut ki jhalak mil jaati. Tab mene usse puchaMe : tera figure itna sexy kese bana.Anjali: bahut dino ki mehnat hai.Me : dino ki hai ya logo ki..Humse bhi kabhi aisa mehnat karwa lo.Anjali : chii sharam kar behan hu teri. Tu mere sath hi karega?Me : ye mehnat to sirf ek ladka or ek ladki karte hai. Bhai behan. Other pursuits were more pressing, say girls, sports, music, etc. Crossdressing became almost non-requerdo. Vietnam next deterred me. It wasn't till the early 70's when I finally gained employment and my own place, that I started back in crossdressing. I found shoes at thrift shops and garage sales. Lingerie was obtainable via the mail. Life was good, I was thin, let my hair grow, and maintained a low profile amoung friends and realitives. Then I met my 1st wife. she was about my size, height,. We have a great thing going , no attachments, and great sex for both of us. She uses my age and knowlege of sex, to learn how to be pleased, and please a man, and I use her to stay young, and lustful for a young beautiful girl. It may sound creepy to some, but to us it is heaven! We are simply fuckbuddies! Most times we would go to her room, and have sex, and I would stay in her arms for hours before my wife would come home. Most times she would try something new. She developed a taste for. I held her tightly against my body, keeping my prick buried deep inside her as she came, feeling her muscles clenching and spasming. When she finished, I didn’t resume moving in and out; rather, I kept holding her against me. I heard a few soft, muffled sobs; Hannah’s shoulders were shaking.“Are you okay?” I asked softly. “Is anything wrong?”“Of course I’m okay, silly,” she replied, through the sobs. “It’s just I never expected to come quite like that; it was ... it was different to every other.