"No wonder the suit didn'tfit. You've already got her in drag. She's got some shape to her."The girl squeezed one of my fake boobies playfully."Oh yea..., she's gonna be a cutie! How do you do it? If you can bottleit, we'll all be rich!" In your dreams, Chantal," Dianna countered with a grin. "I just knowhow to pick 'em. I don't chase everything and anything in pants - likesome people I know."That drew another raucous round of catcalls."Now, help me get her dressed and out front," my lover bid. .. A couple of years ago we fucked and did some pics at a secluded bush lookout not far from where we live (pics posted - look them up and comment if you like them) and as we both had a day off this week we thought we might go back... so we did. Driving there and knowing that we are both going to get off builds the excitement, Wendy had on her black "bob tube" dress, the one that is usually cum stained, it is great for adventures as the tits and pussy come out easily, nice and fast to get on. In just an instant the stranger was on top of my husband, showing him a huge hunting knife and quietly ordering Victor to be quiet…Then another man entered, locking the front door behind him. In a few seconds the new stranger was over me. The first man ordered us to keep quiet and do what we were told.Victor and I nodded our heads in acceptance.The man waved his knife at my hubby, ordering him to strip off.Victor nodded and he stripped off all his clothing.Then he was ordered to sit down again. But there was nothing remarkable about them. The almost imperceptible wrinkles born from the stress of life. Drawn at the corners, were a clue to their witness. These were eyes with experience. They had seen quite a lot-not all of it pleasant. Sometimes he thought those eyes could look right into his soul. Yet there was still innocence within their look. For he knew they could not see everything. His lover's nose was a marble sculpture, a Grecian ideal of beauty made flesh. It helped to.