I experimented in myyouth, but that was behind me, I liked to think. It never was. Itcouldn't be. It's a desire. It burns in me the way I know it burn... inothers. It's something that can never be said. Society won't stand for aman being anything like a woman. Anyway, for the first time in my adult life, I deluded myself intobelieving that I should wear women's clothes in public for the purpose ofsaving my job. Saving my job was the reason I figured, but deep down Iknew the truth. It was just a. Toh chut ki hole ko hath nhi de pa rha thaa toh mein socha chalo chut k upar lode ko ragar k hi aj khus hota hu toh mein pant see lode ko nikal k mami k chut k upar rakh k ragar ne laga or boobs ko muh mein leke chat ne laga mein socha mami nhi jagegi mera cum nikal jayga maza a jayga tabhi mami apni hath ko kone shee meko marke bolne lagi kiya kar rha hai yea sab tabhi mein socha mami soi nhi thi. Mami jagi hui thi. Toh mein daar k maree lode ko jald se pant k andar ghusa k so gaya fir 2 sec.. "She had a very healthy appetite too scoffing down the whole plateful of bacon and eggs with fried bread and mushrooms and over our coffee, I asked her what she had planned for Christmas in two days time."Not much," she grinned ruefully, "I've got a half bottle of vodka, a box of chocolates and the TV guide, that'll do for me on Christmas day." What about your Christmas dinner?" I've got a whole turkey leg," she laughed, "I'll be full up when I've eaten it so I'll probably watch the TV in bed. Just a few weeks short of our 20th anniversary, my wife Cheryl had declared one morning that she was emigrating to France. She seemed to glow with spiteful glee when she explained that our marriage was dead and had been for years. Though disappointed and shocked about her decision, I couldn't disagree with her statement. We had slowly over the years drifted apart. To the point were we could go days without conversing, Our once ardent sex life had gradually become less passionate then less.