After that night I found Bush River back in 1998 and I would go there 4 or 5 nights a week and I loved every cock I sucked. After a while I started to...dress up as a girl and started going to other places also. I would go to an adult theater on either Belair rd or Hartford rd (it slips my mind after all these years) and then I would go up to Bush River and then if I felt like it I would go to Pulaski Video. That was my usual routine for years.In March of 2002 I went out like normal, dressed in a. Jan had heard us on the telephone and stood waiting to see if he was coming over. When I told her that John would be at our house around three, she said that she had better go bathe and get ready. When I checked in on her at about 2:30 I could tell that my wife had tried on almost every outfit in her closet before deciding on a short wrap around dress that was held together with only a couple of small snaps and a belt around her waist.When I asked her why she chose that dress she told me that. " You mean ... on a date?" asked Crystal."Exactly." You're serious?" Of course." But..." Jeff began."But what?" But you're my girlfriend, not her." Well, for a day, she'll be your girlfriend." I don't know..." So you don't want to go out with me?" asked Crystal. "What's wrong with me?" At least this time she asked it in a teasing, rather than depressed tone."Nothing's wrong with you," Jeff insisted, "except that I'm too old for you." No you're not." Yes I am. Look, Crystal. Don't take this the. I feel running down to my asshole. Fuck me, baby” she pleaded, “Fuck me like a slut…. Fuck me like the slut that you want me to be.”I was really slamming into her and growling like an a****l. “Do you feel it all around your cock?” she yelled. “I want to always make you this happy” she said with genuine lust in her eyes, “I want you to want me this much… to be this hard as you fuck me.”“I DO want you” I confessed, “and I love fucking you like this.”“You love me this wet?” she continued, “This.