Ok ?”” abey jaa….Jab uska mota land dekh rahi thi tab kya hua tha….Neeche wet to ho gayi hogi. Hai na?”I said “what’s bad in watching a ...oy? I never knew that he was urinating……but dear I really felt good while I was looking at his milky white land with a pink head…..Itna beautiful land maine kabhi nahin dekha”With these thoughts, I pulled my hubby closer to me and put my bare leg over his bare legs and started rubbing him thoroughly.I was sleeping on his left side with my head on his. Susan held a mirror out in front of me. Ashley then in detail described how they had plucked my eyebrows for me, done my hair, applied long finger nails with bright red polish on them. This was just the first step laughed Ashley. They also showed me about 50 pictures of me in different stages of dress. They had dressed me up in all kinds of lingerie get ups, making me really look like a woman. "In a day or so, we are going to release you Christine. However, I don't know how you will make out at. I found that there wasn't a Mrs. Santa, the rumors came from a time when Santa had been spotted by an unexpected Arctic exploration team and what was there to do but carry it off as best she could? Santa told me that she missed being able to shop for clothes, but with a factory full of the world's greatest artisans on the premises, having something new to wear was never a problem. She had even attended some crossdresser's meetings in various cities, at least those in suburban areas where there. One day I was home from a trip early and found my wife was doing the laundry. There on the top of the pile were her pink knickers. I remembered I loved the feel of silk on my body. She left the room and I picked them up and I was running my hand across them and soon I was feeling and rubbing my cock which quickly became erect. All too soon I was shooting the results of my rubbing into my pants… a nice warm sticky mess… well I tossed her knickers back on top of the laundry pile and went to.