I kissed her softly and could see she was now on the verge of tears. Immediately I was wracked with guilt. I’d read enough stories to know that Sue ...as on the edge of a meltdown as she finally faced up to what we’d done all weekend, and how it clashed with so many things she’d been taught and held dear.But this wasn’t some story. This was real life and this was my own wife and best friend. I cradled her head in my arms and let her cry. I let the tears fall as she sobbed her heart out, the. She knew that while they liked dressing in women’s’ clothes – especially lingerie - and liked feeling feminine they critically also liked fucking women – which was the part she was looking forward to. Howard was the one guy who she was attracted to as he seemed very polite and charming on the phone so Hazel invited him round to hers for coffee. Her initial assumption of him proved spot on.He was 40, slim and well-dressed but quite shy and it took a lot of sympathetic listening and gentle. He knew what he needed to do so he started eating her pussy. He shoved his tongue deep inside her and she then started moaning. She then after a while turned around and made lick her ass. I recorded this while it happened. He started fingering her pussy and making him moan again and louder. He was soo horny he stopped stood up and dropped his pants down. She didn’t allow his to enter her and told him that’s only reserved for her boyfriend. But she started stroking his dick and making him moan. Keeley's legs remained open as she stood in manacled thigh high boots a bare crotch and a cup less Basque. Her tits were now able to jut upwards in gravity defying excellence. He pulled her arms behind her back binding them again."You are still a naughty little minx," he said almost in a whisper," I'm not taking any chances with you unlike your lovely pony friend." Only after her arms were locked behind her back did he unfasten her heeled boots.He taunted Cassandra as he marched Keeley to the.