He phoned to ask if I could help cure his fetish for wearing female under ware and fantasies for older women. He was an ordinary looking guy, nothing ...pecial. This is how I helped him and myself.Like all my ‘clients’ I sat him down and over coffee he explained his predicament.‘You see Gladys, this is difficult as I have never told this to anyone, when I was 12 my parents died in a car crash, and I was brought up by my paternal grandparents who were in their early sixties.My Gran was what you. He was sucking them madly as if he had seen this big breast for the first time. Later he told me that his wife has small breast and he loves big ones like mine. Now he removed my saree and i was standing on ly in my panty. I also started removing his clothes. He was a muscular hairy guy. I was kissing his every part and sucking his hard nipples. I was biting his nipples. His cock was also big in size than my husband. I hold it in my hand and check its hardness. It was nice. I bent down and. I blush as I realize this memory is making me wet. My hand is slowly and softly striking my neck where your hands once laid. As my thoughts continue to drift my hands do as well. My soft hands are under my tank top plumping my small breast and tweaking my tender nipples. I pinch a little harder on one and cry out softly. Maybe this is what I need. A release could be enough to free my mind from your hold. The music is still sensual and pumping through the speakers. The bass line hits so. ”“Get in the shower and I’ll hand-wash your cycling gear…it will dry in an hour in this heat, if I hang it outside. And I’ll throw your socks into the dryer. You can wear one of my robes while it dries.”“I wasn’t planning on cross-dressing, you know, when I set out this morning.”“And I wasn’t planning on making breakfast for a guy who’s crazy enough to think I’m stunning. We’re even. Now scat! Get in the shower. I’ll get you a towel and a robe.”She was right. One minute after getting in the.