I moved my right hand down to her clit, and my left hand back to wrap it in her hair, yanking down hard enough to startle her. As I predicted, this se... her off, and I kept myself buried all the way in as she started to cum on my cock. Her whole body shook as I lightly rubbed her clit. Her neck and back arched, and she breathed heavy and hard. I let her ride it out, savoring the way her pussy squeezed down hard on my dick. After a moment, she came back to her senses and started grinding back. Why haven't I seen any of them?"He looked sad."We lost two of them in a car crash. It just about killed Emma too. She was never the same again. She died three years later, and I always thought was a broken heart that took her. The other one is living in Israel with his wife. Met her in college and converted to Judaism. They used to write more'n they do now. They're busy with their life. Point is I ain't no stranger to yammerin' brats."We carried boxes into the house and went looking for. Mike soon had quite an extensive wardrobe at home full of women'sclothing as well as a large collection of shoes, lingerie, wigs andcosmetics; all provided courtesy of Oxfam. He would gladly have paid forall of it, but in 1959 middle-aged men didn't go shopping for women'sclothing; it was almost unheard of. The most difficult item of feminineapparel for Mike to source was good quality stockings. The rule at Oxfamwas that donated second-hand underwear was to be disposed of for. I tried to look anywhere other than directly at her, but she turned to face me from the poolside. She was still smiling, so I allowed my eyes to travel south, to her small breasts, on which 2 nipples stood hard, poking through her costume. Lower still, I could make out a small flash of red hair above her pussy, which was barely concealed by the scant white material, showing me the most fleshy camel toe I had ever seen. I quickly averted my eyes; She must have seen me looking at her pussy. I.