My key holder walked up behind me and positioned herself. I looked at my wife as my key holder pressed the head of her cock against my opening. My wif... smiled as my eyes began to bug out. She knew what was happening. My opening was being filled by my key holder and it was more than I would enjoy. My key holder wrapped her arm around my neck, putting a choke hold on me, as she began to roughly fuck my opening. She verbally and physically abused me as my wife showed her approval by sitting there. Mind you, I think my stomach got left behind on the runway. The figures on the digital display were spinning so only the highest ones could be followed at all.Suddenly, we're almost at altitude and Jen's moving again; reduce throttle, level out ... my stomach catches up and keeps going for the stratosphere. I swallow hard.Jen's busy, but soon enough looked at me. "Okay, Boss?"I swallowed again. "Yeah ... at least, I think so. Want to tell me what's happening?" F'sure. The Police are aware of an. Eventually my petite frame and my unusual but strongdesire to be dressed up like a "gal" brought me to take some daringexcursions in public dressed as a female.Eventually with lots of practice with make-up, and having a not overtlymale appearance helped me to be convincing enough to "pass" for the mostpart in public. That soon led to my going out "while all dressed up" toBoston night clubs that catered to transgender folks. As crazy as itseems, by my seventeenth birthday I was completely smooth. Canoodle. It had been our first weekend off together. Neither of us had the luxury of not working. How the flipping of a single year on the calendar made it so much harder to juggle work, seeing you, mom and sleep was a mystery. I don’t know if you were as frustrated as me. ‘Summer’ had become a beacon of hope in a way it had not been since I was a kid with nothing but bikes and firecrackers and general dicking around to occupy my time. Now Summer had arrived and I felt almost as isolated from.