"Michelle flinched at that, and glared angrily at Fiona. She seemed tohave more steel in her heart after fighting back against her stepfather.He saw s...e was itching to act."Listen Fiona, you dress like a man, and drink like a fish. There isvery little of the feminine about you. You acted feminine before wemarried to catch me, because you knew I liked it. When we were married Isaw the true you. Yes you have a womb, but you never used it. So if youthink having one defines you as a woman, I'd say. She put the bra on and I stood and helped her fasten it in the back. She then pulled down her shorts and the boy shorts that she was wearing. She slid the thong up her body and adjusted it in her beautiful ass. “How do I look?” “Fucking sexy, baby doll.” She giggled and ran over to me. I picked her up and drew her into me. I kissed her long and hard as my cock began to grow in my pants. I lowered her feet to the floor as I continue to kiss her, my hand reached up and undid the bra that I had. I followed the women along the path down to a sheltered canopy at the end of a path. No one else around both of the women are Eurasian tall statuesque beauties to this mature gent. I find them again in a similar position except the roles are reversed. The women has her jeans down to mid thigh her hairless swollen pussy lips parted by the two fingers the woman in the dress thrusts in and out , her other hand under the womans top manipulating her nipples.Looking at me she stares in to my eyes ,. ..’ She turned to me and said ‘Go to the kitchen and get the stuff to clean this up!’ I did as instructed, returning to the study with a bucket and cloth; I mopped up the pool of piss from the floor. ‘Hurry up, then go back to the kitchen and wait for me to call you, I want to talk in private.’ Marci said. I finished wiping the floor and left the room, but could still hear Marci talking on the phone. ‘God! That was great!’ I heard her say; then ‘Now what about tomorrow...’.