I told her I couldn`t hold it more, she kissed me intensely while removing my dick of her vagina. She pushed me and mounted on, without penetration, ...he lay on me and kissed my neck, she knew I loved it, my dick was bending towards me, embedding between her buttocks, I started movie it up and down, like masturbating myself on her ass, she was now kissing me. She got off me and said get up. So I did, she got on her knees and started sucking my cock and was also pumping it. I started to groan. Thinking about my wife, I mean, and the way we… well, the way we started off together. We were maybe a little older than most who meet and then marry for the first time, both of us twenty-seven, differing in chronological age by only a matter of weeks. By then, statistics tell us, most of us have married at least once, and had at least one child, and right smart of that number have divorced, many of those having already entered into second marriages. Not so with us. I was in a long-term. After a bit, though, it started to feel really, really good. What really freaked me out though was not just my aunts, but it seemed like ALL the priestesses in the building were there watching. I have never been so embarrassed in my life, I just wanted to fall into a hole in the ground and pull the earth in over me. I don't know about you but I still feel a bit like I've been beaten up on the inside." Yeah, I know what you mean;" I said with a sympathetic smile. "It still hurts a bit to close. I like the wayshe always fussed over when she got into a pretty party dress. Iwas dressed in a plain suit and nobody cared. I wanted to be thecenter of attention and was always left behind. I always had aproblem at night, and one night my mother put me back into 'pink'rubber panties and diapers. I received all kinds of attention, andI loved it. They actually knew I was around. From then on I havealways wanted to be able to be dressed in frilly, sissy outfits." "Okay Tami, now at least we.