“I suppose I have to be honest. Yes, that is what I am or like or want, but I am still having a hard time adjusting to my own desires.” Holy shit,...did I actually tell him that? I did. God, now what? “Would you care to talk about this with me?” “I don’t know; maybe.” “Well what exactly is the problem?” “I like dressing, and I enjoy what I do when I am dressed, but I’m not sure I can say ‘yes, this is what I want to do, how I want to be’, from now on.” “Let me ask you this. Do you like feeling. We hadn't been riding long when Mandy came over beside me on her huge horse. We rode side by side for a few minutes, then she asked, "Could I ride behind you for a while, papa?"I told her that would be fine, so she climbed over onto Hawk while we were still moving. When she was settled behind me, she put her arms around me and hugged me close. Her horse walked along side of us as if Mandy was still in the saddle.We must have ridden for nearly a mile when I asked, "To what do I owe this. She had gone to sleep holding my cock. It took a long time for it to shrink down and grow soft. I held one of her luscious tits in one hand, softly squeezing it until I went to sleep too.I slept well that night. I slept long and deep. I had no plans to go to class because it was Friday night and we were free for the whole day of Saturday. Knowing this I slept well. I was awakened in the best way possible.I slowly opened my eyes and looked down to see Mandy holding my cock. It was limp but as. "Tonight you can tell me about your day, no matter what or who it is you fill it with." 'You all fucked out?' I asked. 'For a while, maybe, but now I want you to come inside me, ' she said with a wickedness I'd never seen in her"Coming across the lawn that afternoon holding hands with a handsome and very well-hung stud, my wife looked like she had finally decided to follow my advice and find someone to "socialize" with. The smile on her face and the grip this muscular stranger had on her hand.