They pass so close to me I can smell her perfume, hear the rustle of his trousers. He walks to a clear space, set back from the path and a little secl...ded. I can see him spreading out a blanket on the grass, then lighting small candles in little glass lanterns. I hear the pop of a bottle being uncorked, then the trickle of sparkling wine into glasses. I hear the whisper of light fabric as she slips down onto the mat and then the clink of glasses. I can see them clearer now, both propped up on. But as I have already indicated, I was depressed and was pretty muchresigned to the inevitability of my feminisation so these thoughts didn'toccur to me.And besides, what would a normal man be doing dressed like I was, anyway?I found myself clearing up from breakfast and finding some pink rubbergloves and doing the washing up. It seemed the natural thing to do.Sarah didn't say anything then but made a mental note how less than anhour after putting on my first miniskirt I had already become. She glanced over at the window and saw them standing and peering into the room from a distance. My wife Jan took off her tee shirt exposing her naked body. I walked into the room and she said she sure could use a good licking. She laid down on the bed at a angle just enough to expose her tit's and cunt to the guys. I saw them getting a little closer to the window but not trying to get caught looking. I put a pillow under her ass then decided it wasn't enough and stuck another one under her. After 10 more minutes Cindy came, it was small. I kept the motion up and told her, “Feel the heat of my cock? I’m getting close!” Cindy pleaded, “Please, don’t cum in me. I’m not protected from pregnancy!”“Cindy, here it cum’s. Count the number of spurts, baby!” as I started blowing my load. I spurted 15 ropes of potent seed into her womb. I held my cock deep in her stretched womb. I pinned her shoulders to the bed. Her pussy was pulsing and grasping my cock I felt her vagina milk me as I held.