I didn't play dolls or dressed up. I just lay low and learned how to play boy games. That kept me out of trouble."When my dad died I was thirteen. I d...dn't go to the funeral because I was scared that he might be in heaven and would know my secret. Instead I stayed home and looked through my mother's closet."One thing led to another and I tried on some of her dresses. I knew then what I had to do. I guess it was the clarity that grief can give folks sometimes. I finished high school early and. As we kissed and cuddled my husband went down on me, tonguing me and licking my clit through my pantyhose yet again proving his love for my ripe taste. I bounced my hips, and fucked his face. As I was ready to cum, I grabbed hold of a pillow and bit down on a corner to muffle out my screams. If the cotton gusset wasn't wet before? They were so wet now that they formed an instant camel toe against me. My husband came up with a winning grin, kissed me ever so sensually and we fell off to sleep.. I get on my hands and knees and he expertly guides his cock towards my tight ass. Although I'm excited as hell, I'm nervous because I'm not sure that something so big will fit inside me. I don't know this man, yet I already know that I can trust him not to hurt me. I slowly back up on his cock and immediately feel pain shoot up my spine. I mentally try to relax as I slowly push backwards on his cock until I've got his entire shaft inside me. I love the feeling of his big cock inside me as. We came in and chatted for few minutes and then we 3 arranged a double bed in the balcony above the hall as he said it’s a proper place with ample of light fittings. He checked all the CFL fixed on to the walk behind our bed and also on the gapped railings of the balcony. By that time I helped Mom to get a romantic double bedsheet having a picture of “Sambhog” of Khajuraho’s sculpture. We then laid it on the bed and he was surprised to see the ‘Sambhog’ picture in the middle with the same type.