On one hand she felt lonely when she got home to an empty house. She had no one to confide and share her frustration of the day. But on the other hand...she was free to explore her slut personality. She could lie naked in bed with her laptop and surfed for porn all evening while her bullet vibrator gave her many orgasms. She even had a few orgasms during IM sessions with Tom as if nothing was happening. But somehow Judy was craving for more. Last night for the first time in her life she ventured. She sat down and they started talking. His hand was on her knee and he slowing started moving it up higher. Soon he was fingering her pussy, he whispered in her ear that she could touch his cock. She looked down and saw his cock was out and it was 9" and thick. She started jerking his cock and he moved her thong aside and really started finger her hard.She leaned farther down in the chair and she said he then slipped a finger in her tight asshole. He started telling her what a hot slut she was. You’re just getting laid. I don’t own you, Cary. We’re partners, friends, and lovers. Because I love you, I’m not going to stop you from having fun as long as we’re honest with each other.” “And you’re not going to be jealous?” “Honey, do I play tennis worth a shit?” “No. You suck at it.” “Right. We both know that. So, should I get all wrapped around the axle because you play tennis with somebody else, somebody who can actually play the game?” “But, Kevin, this is fucking, not tennis!” “Yeah.. I went on to try and explained why I feltso good when dressed. I figured if she is that interested in cross-dressing; I wanted to let her know how a crossdresser feels. The morepeople know and understand us, the better it is for all of us cross-dressers.Next thing she wanted to know was, if I had any pictures of myselfdressed, because she was curious about how I might look all done up. Ireached for my wallet and took out my ID card for the support group andanother picture I carry with me. I.