I heard his pants drop to the ground, heard him split into his hand and then felt the wetness between my butt cheeks. He wasted no time finding his ma...k. The head of his cock pushed against me firmly. I leaned farther over the hood and relaxed and his cock slid inside me. I’m always surprised by the feeling of a cock entering me. Sometimes a little painful but always as if I had been missing this for a long time and now I was fulfilled! I relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of his hard willing. I just sat alone in front ofthe television trying to pass the time.For the first two years after my wife died, I didn't even bother todress in my women's clothes. I did not go out on Halloween. I just letthe desire fester inside me as I took satisfaction at being able tocontrol something.On the third Halloween after she had passed, I went back to the paradein my sissy best. I went as Catwoman. It was not the most originalcostume I had ever put on, but it brought me back to a happier time. Igot. You never give them any trouble when you pass by on your way out the front, where they like to stand in their sweats, either working out or hanging out, but they never let you go without something. Usually it's a just a comment, or blocking your path and making you shuffle around them, eyes down, knowing not to look, not to engage. The comments are always the worst part, for some reason - they always know how to pick away at what makes you most self-conscious... and your body gives them a lot. So what if, atfive-foot-seven, he was my height? He didn't have a problem with metowering over him in heels and I didn't, either! Did somebody say shoes?Oh, God; they're like an instant orgasm for me ? and Alan understood thatimplicitly. If he was something less than Mr. Olympia in the musclesdepartment, he more than made up for it with one muscle in particular. Asthe months went by, the passion only got stronger. When he finally askedme to marry him, I didn't say yes; I said Hell, Yes!I had.