Sandra was English, but born and raised in California. His wife Sarah was a seamstress who loved to sew pretty dresses, and was more than delighted to...have one more willing and appreciative model to wear her designs. Ken never ventured from home dressed 'en femme' for fear of running into his real family, but Sandra did, and with relish. He was so flamboyant that he could carry off any outfit that Sarah devised. How he could be so honestly oblivious to the curious stares around him was a source. It was too much. She cried out, feeling like she would explode. “Oh God, oh God! I-I’m cumming!”Her legs were shaking as they wrapped around his hips. Her cunt tightened around him more than before and she looked her lips to his again.With her orgasm, he didn’t seem to be able to contain himself. “Oh, fuck!” he moaned loudly. “Baby, I’m cumming!”Their tongues danced. Her juices coated his cock and his cock twitched in her with each spurt of cum that shout into her.Time stopped, or maybe it sped. I sat at the bar, nodded to the bartender and ordered a Heineken. Itbelatedly occurred to me that coming here was probably a bad idea. Ireally needed to work things out in my own head before talking to her,getting into it while I was still pissed off just wasn't the brightestidea in the world. Besides, this certainly wasn't the place for it. ButI'd already gotten my beer and she had finally peeled herself away fromJohn/George/whatever long enough to notice me.I shook my head as she walked over,. .. well... I'll miss you." Oh Kenny, you'll still be able to see me whenever you want. Besides, you told me you were joining the Marines." Oh yeah," he said."Don't you want to join the Marines Kenny?" Not really." He was becoming sullen now. Janie could feel him withdrawing from her."What do you really want to do Kenny? Tell me."Kenny's hand was palm down on the seat. Janie covered it with her hand as she drove."Well, I wanted to go to school. State has a two year program in heating and air.