I wanted him to fuck right through me, it seemed, to split me, and my pussy in half.And as he fucked me, as his stubbly chin rubbed against my neck, m... mind went somewhere else. This wasn't a guy named Kevin, a guy I barely knew, taking my virginity, making me a fag, this was my man. And I was his woman. In my mind's eye, I was a woman, with high heels, stockings, a garter belt, tits free from a matching black lace bra, and long, beautiful, thick hair. My hands had long red fingernails,. He led her further and up onto a raised area. The lights shone on her. He held her hand, and span her around, in a twirl. He had her stand, her legs parted, facing the room. He pulled open the lower part of the dress, revealing her knickers. Then ran his hand over the front of the material. Sukky felt herself become moist. She was excited, but what was going on. She didn’t have long to find out. He ran his hands under her breasts. Then turned her around, bent her over, bum to the people in the. Conventions, where large groups of men far from home gather and do things their wives would never approve of. This usually meant lots of drinking and strip bars. It was the perfect setup. I called some of the hotels and found out when a good size convention would be in town and booked us a suite in the hotel.We drove down that Friday and got settled in our room. It was a two-room suite with lots of room. Also, there was plenty of closet space to hide my stuff, which was all part of the plan.. I mean I know you are sisters but how would she feel left here alone. It was then she tells me. You know that bedroom I said I had at her mansion of a house. I said yes. She tells me. We've slept together in there more than once. Started out she was consoling me after my husband and I had a fight. Then one night I rolled over and she was almost nude and using her vibrator on me. Oh it was good. So we've been together before. I said ok then. Grab your drink any toys you might have up.