‘You seem concerned.’ ‘I am.’ Grey Wolf spoke. ‘An evil spirit from my past is coming to haunt you. Listen carefully to my tale, and watch a... it unfolds before your eyes.’ With this Grey Wolf pulled a few more herbs out of his side pouch and placed them in the pipes bowl. The animals began to even pay attention to the tale as well, and even the weasel came out from under the blanket to sit on Grey Wolf’s lap, so that she too could see the tale as well. Grey wolf began to speak, as images. No morecompulsion to cross-dress, isn't that right? And hopefully, your feminineinstructions and dressing fully over so long a period of time has madeyour new lifestyle second nature. It no longer matters if you still enjoywearing women's clothing though, because women in our society can't reallybe cross-dressers now can they? And in your new lifestyle as a stay-at-home full time housewife you'll continue on dressing fully as a vintage,prim and proper feminine woman completely, each and ever. He pushed deep inside, probing gently. Once he had pushed three fingers inside me, I said: "I'm ready! Please, I need you!" He stood up behind me, and I yearned for what was to come next. I felt the head of his massive cock rub up and down my pussy, and then pause at the entrance. I pushed back, desperate for him to complete the move. but he pressed me down firmly. "Patience, my beauty," he laughed, "All things come to she who waits." He ran his cock up and down, teasing me a few more times,. Sara began to lick in earnest as she stroked her pussy in an ever increasing fervor. She was close now, so very close. Her body shook with pleasure, her heart pounded out a beat so loud Sara could almost hear it over her own moaning. Her right hand stroked furiously and she began sucking the juices from the used panties. Just when she felt she could take it no longer, Sara exploded in the most satisfying orgasm of her middle aged life. Her knees gave way and she sank to the floor slowly easing.