She could just make out the outline of her bra and underwear beneath the tightly-worn dress. The wife cringed at the silhouetted bulge of the man's cl...arly unfeminine crotch. "Men do not wear dresses," she said to him coldly. "Your name is Herbert and not Helen. Now go put on your own clothes this instant."The man had never liked his wife's cold, scolding voice. He liked it even less on a sunny morning while wearing his favourite dress. He stood there staring quizzically at her for a. Thodi der bad shabnam ne kaha mere raja meri jaan ab aur bardasht nahi hota, aa jao sama jao mujh me maine usko aankah mari aur uske pairo ko failya aur apna lund uski chut pe rakha maine pas main rakhi tel ki bottle se thoda tel liya and uski chut pe faila diya aur ek dhakke main hi pura lund andar ghusa diya wo chilla uthi…….Hayee maaa mar gayiii oh jaann nahi nikalooo bahut dukh raha haiii maine kaha bas thodi der meri rani maza aayega wo rone si ho gayi usko dard ho raha tha but wo strong. I had the perfect excuse for being there. I slowly opened the door just enough for me to peep my head through. I couldn't believe what I was doing. It was too late for me to back out now. Despite the room being dark I could vaguely make out mummy and daddy. By now half of my body was inside the room and the other was holding keeping the door open. I stood, shaking uncontrollably inside as I watched daddy fuck mummy from behind. How and why did this excite me so much? I thought about how. She peered at herself in the mirror. Was she beautiful? Henry occasionally mentioned that she was pretty, but had never used the more grand word of beautiful. She heard a whisper of sound in the next room and walked cautiously to the doorway. On the floor by the front door was a cream colored envelope. She walked over and picked it up. It was made of thick luxurious paper and she knew immediately who it must be from. Turning it over in her hands, she walked back into the bedroom and sat down.