At the time of this story we were 29 and had only been married 2 years. We had been invited to a house party of some friends of Anna’s, but I was wo...king away that weekend. I planned to be back around 9pm, so told Anna I would quickly get showered and head over to the party and meet her there. The hosts, Richard and Wendy, weren’t close friends of mine but I got on well with them. I was quite happy not to go at all as I knew I wouldn’t know many people there. But like a good husband I agreed. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. It's just that you look so ... girly."Despite her best efforts, she laughed. Trying to stifle her mirth anbe sympathetic, she said, "Tell me what happened."He sniffled; "It was awful. Ms. Johnson treated me like I was a Barbiedoll or something. She made me wear the, uh, panties I took, and thenshe made me try on all of her dresses and stuff. Ms. Cravitz said allsissies love fashion shows. She kept teasing me and she even tookpictures. She was awful! She kept saying. " What?" Well, it's kind of my fault. I've been ribbing my uncle about NEVER flying or jumping out of an airplane. When he found out you were sixteen he wouldn't take you up, it's kind of a rule. So I made a deal that I would jump if you could jump." Wow. Thanks Rogigilo!" Yeah, no problem. I mean how could I not jump when it's on your list? I'm not a pussy! I might be a chicken, just not a pussy. Come on, we got to get ready" and turned to walk back into the hanger.The layout of the office in. This wonderful delight that made me shiver. My cunt clenched as the heat swelled and billowed through me. I darted my tongue into her depths. I stirred around in her, licking her, feasting on her.She groaned in delight. Her hips flexed and shuddered. She moaned into her hand.“Mmm, Mrs. Alberts,” I moaned. “You taste as good as your daughter.”I thrust my tongue into her pussy—the hole that had birthed my friend—and devoured her. I swirled my tongue through her. I made her groan and shudder and.