But I had wanted Bronwyn. I still want Bronwyn. Or do I? Has her response to my proposal changed my attitude to her? Perhaps it has. An answer of ‘N..., not yet’ would have been easier to accept than the apparent ‘I don’t know’. There was no one at work I would want to discuss it with, and anyway, none of them knew Bronwyn or Gwen. My other male friends from the pub would probably suggest fucking them both and choosing the best lay. That wouldn’t work for someone I wanted as a life partner,. But thoughts of Harley stuck with me in the following weeks.I'm the occassional cross dresser: I'll sometimes dress when my wife isat work on the weekends. (She tolerates my inclination, but more thananything it just depresses her so I try to keep it out of sight.) I'mtoo tall and have too rugged a face to pass, but will occassionallyventure out to "feel the wind" in settings where I know I won't run intoanyone.But Harley Quinn. Heavy, smudged makeup: anyone could do that. Tendrilsof hair. She stopped me and went to bedroom. after 10 min she came back with smile face. I went to her, she stopped me and went to close the main door. when she came back to hall i grabbed her and made to fall on the sopa. I kissed her lips, she respond. I am excited and i can’t believe that she is kissing me and my dream came to true. I watched the time it was 11 am. Her husband return for the lunch at 1 pm. I think that i had 2 hours.We are kissing. Her hand running all over my body and grabbing my. It all reinforced that the complicated, D/s, poly relationship between the five of us would work very well for each of us, at least so far ... I had every confidence that this would get even better, not fall apart, in the future.“How about we all clean up and go grab a bite to eat, folks?” I proposed.“Your wish is my command, Master!” Sherry winked at me, kneeling to reinforce her point, as the other three did the same, reminding me that it really was entirely up to me now ... I would lead and.