..?I stroke and stroke. Urgently, I grasp for my old male briefs laying onthe floor, I pull out my hard penis and, with a grunt, I ejaculate intothe b...iefs, coming hard and long, catching everything. I continuestroking for a while, coming to two more peaks, my balls still trappedinside the panties, still stroking them, still feeling how much I amenjoying the thrill of having put on a dangerous and forbidden pair ofWOMEN'S UNDERWEAR...Finally I am done. Exhausted. Drained.I lean against the. ‘Oh my god, Danny, don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop!’. Just as I was about to blow, Danny reached two of his fingers into my soaking wet hole and began thrusting in and out as fast as he could while at the same time pleasuring my clit with his mouth. It was by far one of the most unebelivable orgasms of my entire life! ‘Oh Danny! Yessss! Oh fuck! I’m cumming! Oh FUCK!’I was lying on the bed in post-orgasm ecstasy when Danny stood up and put his jacket on. ‘I better get going, babe’ he. “Harriet, you look very nice tonight,” Joan complimented.“Thank you,” I answered in my practiced soft voice. “And what you're making smells delicious.”“One of our mom's recipes,” she replied. The evening went very well. The meal was good, as was the conversation. Aside from Mark's initial glance at me when we first came in, he never missed a beat in seeing me as a woman. Not once in all of our conversations did he ever address me in the masculine. Mark even went so far as to push our chairs in. She asked when me and my wife had first had sex and was surprised our wedding night was the first time we had intercourse. She was also very happy because she said she too was a virgin and wanted her wedding night to be special. She asked if we did anything sexually before marriage and I admitted we had. She asked me to elaborate and as we passed a small park on the way home I asked her to sit so we could talk. As we sat I opened a bottle a cherry vodka and we drank from the bottle as we.