Just like the gestures moving through her. The gentle kiss of her heavenly lips and the grasp holding your throbbing need against her. In no uncertain...terms she's making you know she wants both and everything in between.My breathing has become heavy, I am overcome with emotion, but Marie's calm way makes sure I don't lose my mind so quickly. "Come" she says as she leads me to the couch by my hand. There we sit, and she looks me in the eye "It's time you became a man" she says "Fist, you must. Now it's just about enjoying the liberty of the clothes themselves.'I took a sip from my tea. I noticed how my host's legs were crossed over, pointing towards me in a very inviting way, and I admired the smooth nylon clad calves as the slipper on the end delicately hung in mid-air. I felt a mixture of excitement and dread, because I really wanted to tell my tea drinking friend that I too liked dressing up in women's underwear, but only to get my rocks off, not to form an alter ego for myself.'I. Marge was a mature woman of about 56 yr s , a very heavy set woman ugly with the biggest tits id ever seen,she looked a bit unclean and trampish . As looked down the stalls I could see had put a mare in the 1st the stallion in the 2nd and a mare the other side all the horses were very restless . Marge was squatting down by the side of the stallion with her big muscularly thighs spread wide and her skirt hitched up and most of her left hand sliding in and out of her fat bald pussy and in her. She had changed her costume. She was dressed in her black tights and black spandex body suit. She sat on the bed next to me. She gently stroked the blonde hair of my wig. She looked deeply into my eyes. In those eyes I saw love, and a slight hint of her sadism. She was cracking me like an oven roasted nut and was loving every minute of it. "It's time again, my love. But first I need my release. You know just how much I love seeing you like this. It makes me so fucking horny I could die. But.