Outside the window, David could see the sun was setting. Standing in the center of the room was a young man dressed in coarse priestly robes."Hello," ...avid managed the best he could. His voice came out soft and sweetly feminine ... and in Russian, too no less, though it was suddenly understandable to him. He glanced down at himself and saw he was dressed in an elegant pink housedress of the 19th century variety. His feet were delicately encased in petite slippers, and when he nervously felt the. Cheyenne began caressing his face. She drew in a breath, closed her eyes and released it. "Mmm ... Feels good, Paul." She ran her hand along his forearm. "It all feels really good ... close ... I feel close to you."Paul felt Cheyenne's body relaxing. He increased the cadence of his stroking, periodically dipping lower into her pool of juices to keep her clit lubricated. "I love your eyes," he said and leaned toward her to kiss her lips.She let her lips part and began breathing heavily through. Apparently she had gotten a little more excited, because I was able to follow the trail of her scent. Fortunately it wasn't particularly overt, nothing you would really notice unless your brain was already totally fixated on the sensations of such a lushly blooming flower brimming with dew.The gathering out on the deck wasn't as difficult as I had imagined. Sure, there was a whole new world of meaning behind her eyes when Tracy looked at me, but it wasn't anything anyone else could see without. The Bull would always be bigger (what wife would go for anything smaller than her husband’s manhood? It would defeat the whole purpose of the relationship wouldn’t it?) The look on Greg’s face told Al that his manhood was bigger; Cathy had already told him that his was bigger and thicker but Greg had now confirmed it. One cuckold had once told him ‘Once you see the cock of the guy who’s cuckolding you and see how much bigger it is than yours, you know your sexual relationship with your wife.