I never looked at myself as agirl; I was simply a boy who liked dressing as a girl.We spent the rest of the day just talking, sort of feeling each oth...rout you might say. When he left that day he did not kiss me, we kissedeach other. For the next month we saw each other about two or three times a week. Healmost always brought me something feminine. He even brought me severalbras my size, oh! How different it felt wearing a bra that fit right. Webecame what I liked to call, "House bound. Before she could fully recover, I turned my attentions to her tiny little brown hole. With her legs on my shoulders, I could see that it begged for a tongue fucking so I rimmed her once and slipped deeply into as. She protested once but her moans betrayed her. She arched her back and pulled down with her legs to allow me fully access to her. I combined this new pleasure with further licking and sucking of her delicious pussy juices. I love to eat pussy, as my wife will gladly tell you and I. I enter the kitchen and dad looks at me…he reaches for my blouse and unbuttons the first two buttons, "Let’s go" I jump in the car, the skirt so short my ass is directly on the leather seat. He lifts my skirt and reaches between my legs to finger my pussy till I get all wet and needy. I start to breath faster and he sticks his finger in my mouth. "Lick it clean," I roll my tongue around his fingers and suck the juice off. He then reach inside my blouse and pull one of my tits out, "There you. Her husband was a platoon sergeant in one of the Airborne units, and he was killed in a fire fight a few years ago. They tell me, she's having a hard time lately," Chief said. Martha's jaw dropped in surprise."How can you know all of that?" she asked, startled."I have friends who keep track of those sorts of things, and help out when they can," Chief answered."I'm sorry to hear that, Mrs. O'Hara. Can you tell me about it?" I asked."When my husband was killed, we got his insurance, and I thought.