It was giving me intense pleasure and I was moaning.Suddenly I felt I was cumming and told her, then she stopped sucking and started jerk my dick very...fast, I spurted my load on the floor and some on her hand, now she is playing with my cum which were in her fingers, I asked her : do u want to try its taste dear?? She said no dear I don’t like to taste that.. I didn’t force her to do so. Then I made her lay on bench and removed her skirt, ho god her pink panty was all wet by now, Slowly I slid. I felt her relax and the head of my tranny cock popped inside. Slowly Isunk the whole rock hard six inches into her until my cherries wereresting against her swollen pussy lips. She sighed at the feeling andwiggled her bum getting used to the feeling. As was I, it was just ashot as her pussy but the feeling was oh so much tighter. I slowlyslipped out and then in again reveling in the tightness. Belatedly Iwished I had the crop to hand and then a wicked thought crossed my mind.I slipped from. I decided to fulfil her wish at some time but I had to find the correct moment. A month later the moment occurred. I had to mow the grass and my wife had to bring some order in her recipe collection which she wanted to do in the kitchen. This was perfect. The lawn was visible from the kitchen so she would be able to see the hired “gardener” in action.She took her recipes and sat down to sort them. I went to my workshop to change my clothes. I had an old shirt and old jeans that I used to wear. That's how I thought of them, too. They were my children and they'd be my babies forever, no matter how old or big they got. Jennifer had come out of my belly three days late, at 7:21pm on March 14th, almost nine months to the day after our wedding. Kyle had been born in the same delivery room, less than five hours later at 11:17pm, and my husband had been there for both of them. They were our twins, by different mothers, true, but Kylie had been single with a promising career, and more than.