She was naked, and her skin felt hot to the touch. It’s almost as though she had a slight sheen from perspiration over much of her body. I also noti...ed the distinct scent of arousal! I reached my hand around her torso and cupped her right breast. She immediately flipped over, slid down and engulfed my rigid pole. Her hand gently cupped my heavy balls as she sloppily sucked my cock. Her slurping sounds filled the room as she gently massaged my scrotum. This “technique” was new from my wife and. A: I don’t believe you, I think definitely you haveI: seriously I don’t have any girlfriend, who will love me, auntyA: you are a good boy and cares for everyone you like, anyone can love you.I: no one loved me, auntyA: you are not interested in loveI: I don’t want to love I will go for marriage if I find a good girlA: hoo..Ok then how the girl will look like tell meI: hmmm the girl should like you pinniA: ohhhh really..! She was blushingI: yes, l like​ you very much, I want a wife like you, if. The last one she did was in her car in the parking lot of the hotel right before she left. She said she had never had so much cum in her pussy in one night.I made it home it as about 10PM. She came home around 11:30PM. She walked in hugged me and gave me a deep kiss. She broke the kiss and said she needed me to fuck her now. She dropped her dress. As soon as I looked down saw she had panty hose on with the crotch cut out, I knew that she had been fucked that night. Not a surprise. She. It reminded her of all my new,unspoken desires.My feelings about my appearance had also changed. At first, I toldmyself I liked to wear dresses because they were more comfortable in mynew body. But the excuse of comfort didn't fit for my increasingcompulsion to wear makeup and heels. Neither did it explain my interestin slutty, revealing clothes.Did I like to dress up sexy now because of my innate bimbo-doll desires?Or was it because dressing up sexy just seemed appropriate for the thepretty.