But..."I held up my hand once again to remind her of my intention to deliver rather than to receive."You have badly damaged our relationship. You have...undermined the foundations of our marriage and cast doubt upon your fidelity. You have destroyed the one thing on which good marriages are founded: trust. You have brought doubt into my mind. Doubt I never had before. I am not sure our marriage will survive that."I saw her suck in her breath and her eyes go wide. I had hit her hard with that. I. I changed my birth name (Brianna) to Bronx, cut my hair to reflect the style most young men wore at that time, and began to deal with my life as a transgender male. Yeah, I was a wreck. My mother was expecting me to marry a young man within the Muskogee nation, but I kept telling her that I was struggling with myself. I was in the wrong body, the conformity was too much for me, and I wanted a change of scenery from this constant sadness that plagued me day in and out.So, here I am in April of. She d****s her legs over my shoulders and locks her ankles together. She's prepared for a good ride.I slip a finger inside her, then two. I spread them wide. I can feel her squeeze against them, closing them again. She smiles playfully to me. "Mu-wah-ha-ha!" she whispers in her best evil villainess voice. She can be such a goof!I enjoy the sight of the treasure before me. I'm such a lucky girl! She's absolutely gorgeous. Even her smallest pucker is beckoning me. I stick out my tongue. Both their Cocks were ‘hard rock,’ both husbands were living vicariously at that moment. In their mind’s eye, ‘It was each of them’ that was now kneeling between Jennie’s luscious spread- apart sexy thighs. Peggy began slowly kissing the inside of Jennie’s warm shapely slender thighs, making little a****l noises of satisfaction as she continued to kiss an instantly enflamed Jennie’s moist pussy, through her now soiled panties. Jennie’s feminine smell, immediately entered Peggy’s nostrils.