Michael's hand reached up, caressing my wife's face and moved it so his hand was behind her head. He pulled Margaret's face towards his and I watched ...s their lips slowly met. I watched both their lips part as their tongues met. The kiss they shared was extremely sensuous and powerful that I knew my wife's pussy was dripping.The contrast of my wife's olive complexion against Michael's dark complexion was beautiful. Margaret's legs moved so she d****d them over Michael's and James thighs. James. That is London for you. It was a stupid idea as Iwould never wear any kind of women's clothing outside the bedsit. Atleast not at that point. So, I just tried on every pair of her shoes,some pairs more than once.When the point did come, and I had to go out to collect a parcel, I worea sweater, a pair of her jeans, high boots with heels, a woolly hat andher electric blue coat. I snuck out down the stairs and snuck back inlater. At the parcel counter the man called me "Miss." I felt. Wendy opened her eyes, smiled at me, then bent down to Laura’s slippery hot spot. Wendy pulled the banana in and out slowly while flicking Laura’s clit with her tongue. Laura stopped slurping at Wendy’s pussy, writhing and moaning underneath her. “Oh, Wendy…fuck me Wendy…that’s it…fuck me with that yellow cock…” Breathing hard, I begged Wendy to let me come closer for a better look. She gave me a dazzling smile and said I could “look but don’t touch”. I moved closer to kneel on the. He quickly stiffened and I knew he was unloading a gallon of sperm deep into her eager pussy. The crowd went wild as they watched another tourist get fucked.After he pulled out Kelly quickly found her clothes and dressed awkwardly on stage as she found my eyes. She signalled me it was time to go as the other woman that was on stage with her began to moan as the two male dancers took their turn with her. Kelly made her way to me grabbing my arm and we beat a hasty retreat. As we made our way.