It started small, again, when on a day off I would be doing some washing and find myself holding the knickers against myself, then wearing them until ...efore long I was back to a full ensemble masturbating furiously.My wife soon found out what I was doing and, instead of disowning me like I thought she would, she said she understood and would help me out. Before long I had a drawer full of my own clothing and even a couple of pairs of 5 inch stiletto heels, one black pair and a pair of bright. They were both very sad, but for the most part they were able to live on. When Antonella was 6 years old her father came home one day carrying something odd and looking VERY happy.“Hi daddy!” She said. “What you got there?”“Um, nothing,” he said. “Go play with your toys. Daddy’s got some important things to do.” Vicente was struggling to contain his grin the whole time, before he ran off to his room.Later that evening, Antonella heard lots of strange noises coming from her father’s bedroom.. As our eyes meet and linger for longer than normal the electricity is charged between us. It’s like he’s told me everything he’s ever wanted to say to me in those few moments where nothing was said. Our eyes said it all. And just as I was about to break the minuscule embrace, that’s when he leaned down and gently brushed his lips on mine. Whoa, more electricity! It’s the lightest of kisses, one reserved for couples who have been together for decades instead of just a few days. Hell, we weren’t. ..When she calmed down, he went up on the bed, and she spread her legs forhim. He slowly entered her, stopping every inch or so, so she would getused to his girth, his length. He kissed her deeply on the mouth. He fuckedher slowly, but after a short while she broke the kiss "turn over" were thefirst words spoken since she knocked on the door. He exited her, and turnedon his back. She held his cock pointing to the ceiling, and spread herlegs, slowly descending on it. She closed her eyes, feeling.