They tell me about the sex they'vehad with their boyfriends. And they tell me that I won't be able to keep ita secret once I've done it, because I wil... walk differently, my breasts will develop, my bottom will become flat because of the pressure on it, and my face will change. They say I will have a different expression once I've let my boyfriend inside me. I don't know whether all that's true or not, but it worries me. I don't want everyone to know that I'm already having sex with him.I'm. I generally wore a tiny red thong that matched the suspenders, but today I left these off. A short skirt, and a flimsy blouse were added - no need for anything warmer in this summer heat. My only pair of heels completed the outfit, a size too small and painful to wear for too long, and I tripped out of the door to my little car. Fortunately there were no neighbours in view - I was keen to keep my cross-dressing a secret.It was a 15 minute drive to Dutch Common - or it would have been if there. In about 4 minutes here she comes in green color dress of course designer wear and was looking gorgeous with wide beautifull smile on her face and she greeted me with a kiss on my cheekOops I must say I was a little taken aback and told myself “common if this is not my lucky day what else can be my lucky day”We chatted for some time mostly about my snoring in the flight and how she was unable to control her self and she woke me and then about her job and my jobWhen I asked her about her family. He smiled at me when he saw me looking from her ravished cunt to his fat cock. His black meat was glistening with their combined juice – his cum and hers."It is OK, Mon. You want to taste it. I know. I can see it in your eyes. Come taste the fuck."He knelt and I bent over. I held him once again and looking up between my wife's splayed thighs I could see her thin smile and closed eyes.I opened my mouth and sucked him. I sucked and licked and swallowed. I could taste her. I could taste him. My.