"The episode haunted me for weeks after. But I could not recall anyadditional details that occurred in that brief moment. Neither could Icome up wit... any explanation of what caused it.Over the next several weeks Helen and I have dinner in several up-scalerestaurants in town seeing if I recognize the decor. None have a clockthat matches that in my memory. Slowly the incident fades in my mind.But my cross-dressing continues to progress. When Helen first suggestsI wear her lingerie I am. Something told me that watching this film as it was made would also excite our spouses for their parts.I felt Vicki’s warm, wet pussy engulf my dick again and again. Each splendid hip movement and each stroke trapped me inside her cunt where she wanted me to stay. I really had to fight not to cum just yet, as I wanted Vicki to completely relax and enjoy the action first. I wanted her to feel the release of her body’s chemicals as I bottomed out inside her. Of course, seeing her spectacular ass. There was just enough light coming from around the corner to see their shapes. How had she gotten here? The last thing she remembered was the news van being lifted up into that black tornado. The doors were ripped off and hands formed in the darkness and grabbed her.She looked to a weeping man a few feet from her. “Do you know where we are?”He didn’t respond, probably had no clue.She tentatively touched her cheek and hissed in pain. It was like someone had taken a scalpel and carved their name. “What kind of affair this that?”I turn to her.“It has its benefits,” I say.“What could be in it for you? Texts that say ‘thinking about you’?”I smile as I look down. Shake my head no.The sun comes out behind a cloud and some light spills in through the window over the door. The rest of the bar is pretty dark except for one window-sized square of sunlight now on the floor.“It’s something else. It’s like having a presence that only two people know about. That’s not a good way of saying it.”She.