Pints when it was quarts I wanted, but she was getting there.She turned, bent over, strutted away and came back to me, sank between my knees and licke... my glans as it stood quivering out before me. “Oh Daddy,” she sighed, “it’s just beautiful, but can I have one of the open ones next time, you know, that are just strips of cloth from the crotch to the boobs and nothing at all behind?”She sucked my prong in, and I smiled down at her and said, “Of course you may if your breasts get a little. ....emotionally and in my pants. I had never evenconsidered boys in that way, but I knew what she was asking."I don't think so......I mean I like pretending to be a girl, but I think I likegirls in the way you are talking about," I said honestly."Well, it doesn't matter to me one way or another.....which leads me to mysecret. Now, I do trust you, CeCe (my name is Charles Craig Johnson, butsince I can remember she has always called me by my initials which are C andC....duh!) and I know if you. And he was right: they looked so good after! I forgot that before they were so ugly and masculine! Thankfully he was there to point that out. I got a few strange looks in work and on the street, but somehow I didn’t care.He eventually encouraged me to test out how good I could cross-dress, by going out with him a few times. He always brought be to another side of town, were neither of us were known. I was really nervous and spent the whole day preparing they first time. But I need not have. I knew which was more likely. This made my stomach churn as I feared that my wife may not return for a long time. After all, it was still three weeks before she needed to be back for the start of the new school year.After our recent intimate chats we seemed to have a new understanding and a greater level of trust. I wanted to learn to ride the jealousy and turn it into a type of exquisite agony which might lead to a kind of intense pleasure that could bring new excitement and energy.It was.