.Bt andr se fti pdi thi bcoz agr mousi ne sor macha diya toh bht maar pdne wali thi..Bt iss tym pe toh mind mein sex hi chl rha tha..Fir thodi himt kr...k maine ek hath unke boobs pr rakha…Pehli baar maine kisi k boobs ko touch kia us tym meri haalt bht khrab ho gyi thi…Fir maine usse press kia..Bhut mulaym gol gol boobs the..Muje bda mja rha tha.Achank mosi ki jaag khuli nd unhone mere hath ko hta diya.Nd so gyi gyi..Maine phir thodi der baard unke boobs pr dobara hath rakha..Is baar unhone kuch. . I threw away with all my outfits—wigs, shoes, dresses and under garments. Now that Rita is reborn—new clothes, shoes and whatever. FUN One night we watch BBC America—they had a great program on Transvestites, and the spouses. It was great and how the wife to explain her feelings about her mate’s dressing. Not feeling threaten or put off about. My live-in girlfriend said it was very disgusting and men should not be allowed to do it. I ask why? She said it was not right (lame excuse) and no man. There in front of me was my wife naked on our bed with the words fat fuck slut wrote on her belly she waved at me laughed then took the phone from whoever was with her and turned it around. There in my own bedroom stood around the bed were three men two were black muscle men with massive cocks and the third a white man just as much muscle and just as much cock they were all laughing I heard my wife's voice " they want to see your effort between the legs " she laughed " show them now " I felt so. "I think I have just the thing to get you in the spirit." Jon said,"Come here" I moved toward where Jon stood by Carrie's leather covered table. "Get up" he told me, now in an authoritative voice. I got up onto the table on all fours. I caught a glimpse of Carrie fingering her sheved pussy, she was thoroughly enjoying this. "Stay still," Jon said. He slipped a leather noose around my cock and balls and began to lift them up from behind me, the leather string sliding up between my ass cheeks.