Lesley seemed to know every inch ofthis mountain-side. The hills, the forest's floor, none of this proved toomuch for her. My peripheral vision saw h...r. She was stunning in all black withher long white-blonde hair swept back into a ponytail. "What's the matter, baby?" Lesley asked in a voice that soundedmore like the concerned lover than a worried friend. It was true. She and Ihad become so much closer in recent months. I had thought that we might beevolving past friendship but, that seemed to. I was stroking myself and ready to explode, this was much hotter than any porn movie I ever saw. He paused and looked at me, my wife said "Isn't his cock huge honey, It feels so good inside me" and she started pumping again. I kneeled down by her, she looked up and we kissed. He returned to pumping her again, with his head at her tits and hands pulling her to him. I sat back and watched, cock in hand. Then my wife said "You want to lick my ass honey? That would feel so good ... and you. .. primed. But if you come that quickly the next time, chances are you’ll be coming alone and leaving the Old Girl hanging.”“I think I can do better,” I told her. “Everything was under control until you started to come, and then you squeezed me so hard there was no place to go except to the finish line!”“So if I don’t get there, it’s all my fault, huh? Boy, you men sure do learn young how to pass the blame.” She was joking, I knew, but there was a large grain of truth in the statement.“Can’t. Eventually thepressure of work slackened and I was able to give some time to my ownaffairs. I searched the internet for signs of cross-dressing activity inthe North east of England. There were a surprising number of hits. Ofcourse I didn't know any cross-dressers up here and there was no-one toadvise me, as Anne had done down South.So I resigned myself to dressing in the privacy of my room, whilstcontinuing to try to make contact with some of the t-girls who wereclearly active in the North.