With the permission of her I am submitting this story.From here it is in her words.Once in the morning when I got up I was laying besides my hubby nak...d as we have done sex last night. I was thinking about last night. By thinking I got horny and wanted to get fucked. But I taught let him get up first. So I got up went to bathroom and done necessary thing and went to kitchen and done break fast. Then came to my bed room and saw Jim (my hubby) still in deep sleep. I went to him and told him to. Very hard. "That's why I don't let you do it. It's always been my brother who fucks my bum, and it would feel strange if you did it as well. But you have my pussy, love, my pussy is always yours. Whenever you want it, my pussy is there for you. Take it." She sat up and held my face to hers, kissing me tenderly. "My pussy is yours, love." "Your brother, he fucks your pussy as well?" "Of course, darling." So her pussy, which I had somehow never thought of as ever having another cock in it, was. U gotta check this out." And she pulled out a handful of 20's. "Damn, where'd you get that?" I asked. "Babysitting," she said with a smile. I counted it...just a little over $200. "How'd you get $200 babysitting," I asked. Now, Ashley was the neighborhood nymphette and I was the neighborhood crossdresser and I soon found that babysitting services weren't the only thing that men in the neighborhood were willing to pay for ;-) The next night, she took me with her.A man picked us up at 6 in. ..!" Mr. Clampett chided. "I'm sure it's nothing wrong with it." Oh, yeah!? Then why does he have to spell it?!" Granny, "ESP" simply means 'Extra Sensory Perception'," Miss Hathaway explained."What!?! What's the sense of dry rain?!" 'Per-ception', Granny," Miss Hathaway corrected gently."Dry rain!?! Yee-Ha! I heard about that!" a voice said from a nearby tree."Jethro!!" Miss Hathaway said, watching a large boy-man shimmy deftly down a tall tree. "AAAA!! There you are, you vittle vacuum!" the.