My make up was running from the tears. "Get yourself tidied upand then put all your male things in the bin bags in the room." I wentupstairs did what ... could to sort out my make up and started putting allmy old clothes in 4 large bin bags. My wife came in the room as I wasfinishing. I stood up and assumed the position staring at my toes. "Verygood you are learning. You will only wear sissy clothes from now on so wewill be taking these to the refuse site." WE she said WE - I cant go outlike. I pushed her back down."We're not done," I growled as I ripped open another condom package.Her eyes widen. "Oh yes!"I stepped between her legs and we attacked like a****ls trying to devour one another alive, our tongues ravening each others mouths, our nails clawing for purchase on each others back, our genitals smashing together as if we hope to drive my cock right through her.She tossed her head back "Fuck me, faggot! Fuck me!" This is so good," I gasped, my lips licking the sweat in her. It's was one of the very hot days we had a few weeks back (of witch we don't get a lot of in glasgow) anyway when I got home from work I decided to head round to the garden to relax and smoke a little joint there she was sitting there with just a bikini type bra top on and a short denim skirt her big tits were looking great . By the looks of things she had had a few glasses of wine and was a little tipsy . We sat and talked for a while the hole time she kept catching me starring at her tits I. “Where are your stockings? I want you to wear them while I breed that cute little butt of yours.” He tried desperately to talk me out of it, offering his mouth up again if I didn’t fuck him, but I wanted to completely dominate him. I found his stockings where he said they would be and put them on him, fishnet thigh highs that came up to the cheeks of his ass, and had to admire his uncle’s tastes. It was a nice effect. He was quietly weeping now, trembling as he stood helpless before me.