Kerry and I are in our mid 40's and she has known about, and tolerated, my crossdressing from early on in our marriage. She puts up with it because sh... loves me, and knows that I am faithful to her and in no way homosexual. Kerry permits me to dress and have sex with her while she is dressed in nice elegant clothing about once a month. She realises it is my fetish and thinks if she doesn't allow me my monthly 'treat', I might go elsewhere to get my special pleasures.Kerry actively participates. Her English was much better and the new acquaintances were very busy visiting until late hours when Nina suggested that her sister stay over.Maria smiled as she asked, “May I sleep in Anton’s bed?” Of course he agreed and they made a game out of taking each other’s clothes off. He later learned she had not been laid since her husband’s death.She was a horny one, that was for sure, and she took him as often as she could by morning. They were both clearly tired at the breakfast table and Nina. When he was through he made me stand in front infront of him and he just looked me all over. I couldsee his bulging prick through his pants. He left theroom and went into the bathroom. So I knelt down and,looking through the key hole, watched him stroke hisbig prick until it creamed all over the bathroom.I was sitting in the spare room one night,everyone else was in bed asleep, at least I thoughtso. I was just relaxing when I looked up and my daddywas standing in the doorway with his shorts. The river was lazy. The breeze was gentle. The water sparkled like a million diamonds and for the next four days Keith and Gemma lived in a world that only daydreams are made of. But this was a very real daydream ... a daydream made up of lots and lots of love making ... in the boat and in their tent and anywhere on the ground that they found themselves.There was also lots and lots of kissing and cuddling and tickling and giggling and ... they even managed to find the derelict remains of.