Page after page of men inall shapes and sizes wearing a diverse range of female clothing rangingfrom everyday dresses to the most elaborate of wedding...gowns. Somelooked very presentable, most looked slightly ridiculous and some lookedghastly. I determined that I would not allow Chris to be some caricatureof a woman if I could not take him shopping with me, then we would nottake this any further. I still however, had first get him into dresses.As I was browsing through the different pages he. She reached up and took one of the woman’s hands, bringing it down and to the top edge of Emi’s silky panties. The woman felt the waistband and quickly slid her hand underneath, moving towards the girl’s pussy. Emi’s back arched involuntarily as the fingers slid over her moist sex. ‘Omigod, Angel, I’m your girlfriend. Why are you giving me to this woman?’ ‘Emi, I’ve been wanting to watch your sweet little body be taken for a long time. I’ve wanted to sit back as another woman enjoys your body. Every effort and expense was made for my comfort and I try to ‘forget’ my wife’ and cheer up. The food and the company is terrific. After an unusually good night’s sleep I wake at 5.00am. Forgetting my dressing gown and sleeping nude, I slip on my boxers and a shirt to go in search of coffee. With a coffee in hand I go into the lounge. Standing in the centre of the room I look out through bi-folding doors over their manicured garden. Sipping my coffee and thinking of my wife I’m lost in the. ” The “please” sounded almost like begging. Opening the door, I moved inside. She was sitting on the toilet, legs spread wide, her lace g-string around one ankle and her skirt bunched around her hips; her hand stroking her shining pussy lips. My jaw dropped at the sight and as if to emphasise it all, she slipped two fingers into her steamy clean-waxed snatch, groaning as she did so. She grabbed my belt with her free hand, pulled me closer and started undoing the clasp. “Come closer please… I.