We both laughed and that eased the situation.Bill sat on his rug and I lay back, leaning up slightly on my elbows. We chatted more and we talked about...our home lives and our wives. And our sex lives. Or, in my case, the lack of it. I started to feel tired with the sun beating down on my nakedness, the humidity and the beer, all having effects. So I lay down, flat on my back and started drifting into the twilight of sleep.However I was startled out of my peace by the feel of a cold, wet, cream. Our spot is just beneath the lip of the loft doors where we cannot be seen from the ground, though no one ever comes out here anyway. I can lay prone and see all the way to the far hills across Stone River, the sound of birds tweeting happily all around us. Abigail and I chatter about the day, boys, our families, as we spread the blanket and I lay on it. She likes to take my pants or dress off. I came with no panties once, thinking she might enjoy it. But, she told me she likes removing my. I'm only able to say I fucking love her, which I do, immensely And I love wearing her clothes. Just like I love looking at cock. But where's the cock for her? It can't be my four inch apology. Besides her time alone, she needs time with a Real Cock. She's been very patient, for fucking years, and now it's only fair to give her what she so desperately needs.I haven't given her much to be excited about. I wear her clothes while she fantasizes about sex.And lots of it.To see her hooked up with the. She hails from one of the districts in Coastal Andhra but staying in Hyderabad. She told that she was absolutely not happy with her husband’s performance on bed. She was absolutely depressed and it was very difficult for her to control her sexual desires.She also told me that she has a tendency of domination in sex which her husband has never encouraged. Many times she had to suppress her desires. After a few regular chats, she became very close to me. She called me to their flat one day and I.