He was a lad of no older than 19, 6'1, skinhead, slim and sporting a white cap, trackies and football top. To me he was just one of the regulars, scro...nging, filthy, vile and a terrible flirt.Tyler: Alright luv fosters.I poured it up as I saw his two friends walk over to the table by the jukebox and drink their pints they had just bought.Tyler: Aint seen you in here before...whats ya name.I spoke to him briefly and short but I could sense he was eyeing me up. I was attractive for a mature. Opening the door I expected to see Anne under the covers instead the covers were thrown back, she lay naked on her side with a guy cuddled up to her with his cock appearing to still be inside her as though they had fallen asleep before separating. A closer look at the guy showed him to be Simon a young guy of nineteen, twenty six years younger than my darling wife. I wondered what Freud would of made of the partnership and not for the first time, as far as Anne was concerned he was young,virile. I didn’t giver the time to recover, I just flipped her upwards open her legs wide and I mercilessly pile drived her pussy untill I came on her face.I took the pic of her face to show how slutty she looked and I grabbed my wallet and threw some low amount of money and I said:Me: here you go bitch.A: wow this fantasy feels so good.Me: so you have fulfilled your fantasy, how about mine?A: whats your fantasy?Me: pile driving your asshole.A: gasps. How about you pile drive my asshole as hard as you. This was very strange to me ? as you know, I had been a boy until now. I went to look at myself in the mirror again. I began to feel self-conscious about how "on-display" I looked ? I looked so "pretty", almost like a china doll that someone would place on a shelf just to look at. But REAL people wouldn't dress like that, would they? Then I told myself to snap out of it, again. This was the way girls dressed; you're a girl now, and you'll have to get used to it.I looked through the closet and.