Before you ask, I have no idea why that appeals to me. I just feel like it’s a bit kinky and a helluva turn on!” she said as she sat down in the c...air next to me.”“Wanna see a pic before I made a mess?” I grinned.Melissa laughed, “Of course, you took a picture. Sure, lemme see!”I handed her my phone and she looked at the pic, then at me, then back at the pic. She aimed my phone at my cum-filled panties and snapped another pic.When I frowned, she said, “I just thought it would be fun to have a. In collage I meet my wife and informed her of my fetish for female clothes before the relationship became to serious. The acceptance she gave me was surprising and very amazing to me. After I told her we would often go shopping for clothes and make-up. When we graduated from collage we married and like any other professional couple bought a home in the burbs. With my wife's constant help I perfected my female look to the level that I could go out dressed and fool most people in public. My wife. She is smiling slightly in her sleep and he can see now that she is clutching a small volume of erotic poetry and that it is now resting against the side of her face.He wakes her with kisses.He kneels over her, one hand easing the book of poetry away while the other sweeps her hair back and presses his lips gently to that place behind her ear. He eases his body behind hers, one hand sliding along the soft, velvety length of her arm and shoulders while he traces a line of gentle, loving kisses. . er... I went over to where you’d told Jack to stand and I .. er .. I touched his penis.” “Is that all, Alison?” She waited, “I think it would be better for you if you told the whole truth.” Now I guessed they knew the whole story. “Alright,” I admitted, “I was excited watching Jack being punished and the way his penis grew hard. When I went over to touch him I took off my panties and put his hand on my... er... mound.” Mum stayed cross-armed, “And.” “And I put my hand round his penis and....