"I like her smile." Like your smile, little one. You use your whole face."She batted her lush eyelashes, a guaranteed 'melt your daddy's heart' move. ...I'm glad you married 'er, Dad. I wanted you to be happy." I am, Sandy. And even happier with you here." I smiled. "I love you, little girl." I love you too, Dad," she said, arms around my neck. She released me and sat back. "So I guess since you're married, I won't be able to crawl in your bed in the middle of the night if I get scared, huh?" Do. See, she thought humorlessly, they never tell you about these things in the stories. It's always 'Princess Ella of the Ashes, who lived happily ever after.' None of this 'Sit still so that your earrings don't get caught on your dress and you tear a hole in both of them' business. It really was ridiculous.Once she had gotten everyone to leave, she somehow levered herself out of the dress. The jewelry was easier to strip off, though some of the rings were so obnoxiously large that they made her. "During the next five months, the couples had their secret liaisons on a weekly basis. Often going to out-of-the-way places and pretending at restaurants and lounges to be married to each other's husbands. Twice, Nancy joined in the flirting game with Jan and Sandy, to give two bay area waiters stories to tell their comrades. Hot stories.In the fall, the three men announced they were going to New Orleans to attend a monetary conference. It lasted a whole week so it would ruin two "playtime". I started to take pictures of myself which turned into an even bigger slut wanting to suck and fuck guys more and more.I then bought my wife a massive 12" dildo wishing that 1 day I will force it up my virgin arse and pretend it was a real cock. This is what I did after I got chatting to guy when I first got on the internet. He was a fellow tranny and he wondered why I hadn't ever shaved my legs and told me I should. I did this and I felt amazing, so fucking slutty, I knew then this is how I.