All I want is for her to love her Christmas again and for it tostill be special." As mad as I was at you last night I'm just as proud to hear you say ...hathoney," said his mother wiping under her eyes getting emotional. "Ok!I'll be right back with what I need then."As his mother left the room he felt like a weight had left his shouldersand then a minute later back she came with a bag tossing it on his bed.She turned locking the bedroom door and then came taking the remoteraising the volume a. I was in mentalturmoil as I thought to myself that I should just go and sit on the bed, I?m aman for God sakes. Would a real man be doing this I thought?Would a real man be standing in the corner on a hard pieceof granite tile in a pair of 5 inch red fuck me boots because his wife snappedhis fingers and pointed to the corner?I got aroused at the thought that my wife had so muchcontrol over me. I stared at the corner in front of me shifting my feet fromside to side, and shifting my thoughts from. She knew how hard it was to come out and say it. “Be proud that not only do you dress but that you have admitted it to me,” Sarah said supportively. “It’s ok, really it is. You are not alone. There are many people who do the same.” She told me that I had to pick a girly name for myself as that was what ‘we’ do. I started thinking about it and then decided that I liked the name ‘Lucy Lou.’ We also talked about certain aspects of the whole cross-dressing thing. How and when I started, what I. Licking it from the dip to top of her chin. Biting below her chin, her nails dug into my chest to make real impressions of her love.I then rubbed my teeth really easy on her throat. I could feel her gulping down her saliva, she gave out a sweet moan. Her eyes were closed, deep in the lust mood and lustily told me. So let’s have a sweet shower. I then carried her on to the bathroom, with her under the shower.I laid her feet on the ground. She removed my loose t-shirt, while she felt up my body..