Now HE wants you to give attention to the holy altar of the anus. Spread those butt cheeks and let it feel the air. Wider- wider spread them wider, pl...ce your fingers in that crack, get the smell of man musk on them. Smell those fingers - the cock god responds to that manly scent. Push down and relax yr anus, it should feel that it is part of the ceremony of worship. Stroke those lips, moisten yr fingers and let them brush the hole. If HE desires it let your fingers enter there, feel them. He buys me a couple of cute nighties because it is too warm and humid for my pyjamas. Peter only speaks Dutch to the sales ladies and as they smile at me little do I know that he is telling them I am his wife so they go out of their way to pick out the sexiest nighties. When we get home Peter asks me to model my new clothes for him, starting with the short dresses and progressing to the nighties. He loves the short dresses as he exclaims how they show off my lovely legs but I am a little. She was so horny and ready, that she no longer wanted to watch us. She wanted to have him inside her. Without waiting for any foreplay on his part…she didn’t need any as she had prepared her own pussy for sex….Susan guided him between her legs, lifted them onto his shoulders and with her hand, put his cock into her pussy. Ben didn’t hesitate. He started fucking her hard and rough. And she was shouting, “fuck me, fuck me!” Victoria leant forward and started sucking Susan’s breasts. She was. Again, it took me four months to agree to this, but we did meet at a caf? bar, for coffee. The first meeting was very difficult, and after it, we did not speak or email, or chat for another six weeks or so. I think that it was all too much for us. We were locked into our own fantasies, were both heterosexual cross-dressers, and we were both a bit shocked that neither of us looked or acted as we had imagined. I rang Christine to say that, and she said she felt exactly the same, so we agreed to.