She found it interesting.I took hold of her hand but she moved away and was not supporting. I was liking it.. I tried kissing her forcefully and then ...emoving her costume. Until the saree it was going well bit then she just cooled off and then it was a normal sex session.We had it for next 1 hour and then slept there itself. After I woke I found her lying on my chest with my dick in her hand. Door was locked and so I just made my self comfortable between her melons and sucked them pretty hard. I'dadmire the patterns and textures of women's clothing on the racks with alonging in my heart. But it was difficult, at that time, to access whatwe called a "sex change."When I first fully modded myself, I lingered for hours amid clothingracks, but I now prefer fabric stores. Oh, to feel texture as a woman:the thrill of velvet, the slickness of silk, the breathiness of linen.What a sixth sense! And on these mornings, I gain a seventh sense aswell: the female color sense. Yes, as an unmodified. "John, you destroyed my marriage to Susan with her help of course. Maybe even with her insistence. But it took both of you. Please don't deny it.Susan admitted everything when she realized I knew she had spent multiple nights in your home, in your bed. Just know that my next call is to Mr.Jenson, both your and Susan's boss. I can't imagine he will look favorably on two of his employees shacking up while their spouses were out of town." there was a pause as Early listened."No I don't think. Except for the times when David, my husband of ten years, was out of town or we hit a dry spell and I would resort to self-pleasureThen thoughts of Karen would flicker through my mind as I slowly brought myself along with light touches, first to my full round breasts... then my flat belly... and finally down to the curve of my mound, where I would stroke my hungry clit through the coarse hair that I kept trimmed in a neat triangle.Oh, yes. Then I would think of Karen! How her thigh felt as she.