. and Mark slipped a third finger inside.Jennifer was soaking wet, panting and pushing herself against Mark's handas it invaded her."More!!!" she crie...... and his fourth finger went in.Even with his hand rounded into an arch, Mark was surprised at how bighis wife's sex was and how easily his 4 fingers slid in and out of her."Put it all in, baby!" Jennifer panted - thrusting herself against Mark'shand.He curled his thumb into his palm and continued to push in and out of her- deeper and deeper. “Forms and all, I believe you know how it is.”“All too well. I have water on, would you like some tea and breakfast?”“I haven’t had anything yet; it would be a pleasure. Thank you, sir Hermit.”“I have a good Black tea that I have been introduced to or a lighter mint one if the Black is stronger than you prefer.” She had done this dance for far longer and far better than I could, we spoke lightly for some time while I prepared the tea and pan fired venison cutlets with flat biscuits.After our. Who am I to stop their fun?”I was already excited by her boots and as she had taken off her robe with her back to me, I had had a chance to examine more. I didn’t yet know how much she was hidden at the front by her panties, but it hid nothing of her bottom. I was already partly in love with her and now I fell completely. A thin string ran between the cheeks of her arse and as she bent to place her robe on the low bench, I caught the briefest glimpse of her pretty brown bud. When she turned. She adjusted the blond bob wig on her head and checked out the result in her mirror. The transformation never failed to astound her; from a plain, smooth-faced man she had become a heavily made-up middle-aged woman. Her blonde fringe framed her exotic eyes and her bangs caressed her rouged cheeks and highlighted her luscious red mouth. Now she needed to complete the transformation.Michele sat on the edge of the bed and inspected the clothes that had been laid out for her. She rose once more.