.. it even sailed off to a showroom somewhere up north and they tell me it sold.I worked on it ... let the buyer beware!I learned that short pieces of...‘glass over lapped worked much better than trying to work a huge piece before the resin fired off ... hardened.I learned that hardener stinks and is bad for my lungs. Paper masks don’t work. I needed a 3M filtered face mask. He opened a new box and fitted it to me.I learned that a circular cutoff saw makes precise cuts and is quicker than a hand. She had betrayed me. She had fucked another man and now she was taunting me about it. “Get off me!” I said, but with no real conviction in my voice.I was so wound up from listening to her getting fucked, her teasing taunts, and by the way, she was now stroking my cock in between her large soft breasts. I could feel her warmth and the sticky wetness of her sweat as my cock slipped and slid against her skin.My brain was in total meltdown. Part of me was heartbroken that she would do this to me,. Over the bottom flap, I was wearing a pair of lacy tanga knickers and, covering my legs was a pair of red silk hold-up stockings with a Cuban heel and lacy patterned top. My footwear consisted of a pair of leather boots, which came to just above my knees and sported a fairly thin 4" heel, making it difficult though not impossible for me to keep my balance and walk with a fairly feminine gait. My eyebrows had been plucked and shaped and my wife had made me up very convincingly, spending a lot. He laughed.“I hate wearing pants, so this is usually what I wear around the house. I figured given the circumstances it might make you more comfortable if we were, y’know, even,” he said.“And stuffing your briefs was supposed to make me laugh? Be an ice breaker?” I asked. I must have looked like a strawberry to him with my red hair and my blushing cheeks.“What do you mean?” he asked, taking his coffee from the table between us.“Don’t play coy, it’s not like you didn’t want me to notice,” I.