Apart from all her other qualities, which any man would want in a wife, Jeannine is not just supportive of my xdressing, but positively encourages it,...even enthuses over it. I am simply not allowed to dress as a man around Jeannine, not that I would ever want to. Both our families have seen me in dresses, and all our close friends too. Jeannine and I met in England when we were both grad students. I come from Manchester, in northern England, but Jeannine is French Canadian, with a touch of. She was never up this early, unless there was an unavoidable reason.“What are you doing up?” I asked her.“I went to sleep early, right after dinner,” she explained as she came to my bed. “Move over.”I slid toward the wall and Lara lay down next to me.“What’s up?”“What time did you get home last night?” she asked.“I don’t know. It was after midnight, though.”“I got up to pee around two, and Frej was still here!” Lara whispered excitedly. “He was out on the porch with our parents!”“Damn! I told. .. do you like that, dear?"She did say anything but her eyes spoke and he could feel her parting her legs a little bit more, allowing his hand to reach up higher. He pressed a little harder and say her parting her luscious lips slowly.- "If you like it, say that you like it. Say it." He said in a demanding tone to her, but not unpleasant.- "I... I like it." She stammered, her legs parting a little more.- "Say: I like it when you finger my clit daddy. Say it."- "Uhh.. I, I like it when you. Days passed, I shifted my stay to my friends flat because of my angel and her name is Shalini.I came to know her name always uncles chants her name because she is angel, one day she invited to her anniversary on Saturday night to all our friends in our floor there are only 4 flats but it is on 10 floor so only 2 families were living, she dint invited everyone and I and my friends were ready to go suddenly my friend got a call he need to go to office.I don’t know the luck started in my favour,.