It iswhen I am out, as a man and I see a woman wearing something that I haveand wear when I'm a girl. The other day I saw a young girl wearing thesame...tights (pantyhose to my American sisters) as I wear and it made mefeel good about who Susanna is. Enjoy this story, and love every daythat you are the women of your dreams - I do!Lee sat quietly as the plane flew towards New York, not sleeping and yetresting and trying to relax. He was sure that everybody around him inBusiness knew what he was. Once there, we would proceed to undress each other and screw in every room, in every cubicle and on every desk we could find. At 5’7” 120lbs with C cups for breasts and long tanned legs to match her long kinky hair (in style at the time), I enjoyed every minute of those nights! That’s how I knew my wife had a naughty streak in her. She was a good girl too - so maybe it wasn't so much of a streak as it was a glimpse or a flash really . That naughtiness has long since subsided many years ago. Sooner then she thought, she is coming, screaming my name. " Good girl. Good whore, cuming all over my cock like that. Now it's time to fill you with my seed. She screamed as she came again, my words filling her with lust. I pumped my hot seed deep into her unprotected fertile cunt keeping my cock in after I had finished. " Melissa, get on your hands and knees...I'm going to mount you like a bitch in heat." " John, I have never been mounted from behind."She gripped the bedspread with her hands. Words could not describe how I felt at that time – horny, in love, guilty, and satisfied all rolled into one emotion. After minutes of the perfect blow job I started to feel as though I was going to cum. I lifted her head from my cock, kissed her on the lips and said “It’s my turn now, baby” I placed her on the sofa, and buried my face in her pussy. Her pussy was tight, I could barely get my tongue inside her, and with her constant contractions giving her head was challenging but rewarding,.