After work tonight we are going to have to getyou your own nightgowns. I can't have my lover wearing myhand-me-downs can I?" Bill couldn't understand...his feelings. There were all so new tohim He knew as a man he should be horrified at the thought ofwearing a dress but the opposite was happening. He liked the feelof the skirt swirling around him. He liked the image he had seen inthe mirror of him with make-up on. He knew he looked pretty and hefelt pretty. These were foreign feelings to him but. I finally took her hand more roughly than necessary and led her out to our bed for another bout of lovemaking. Just the thought that she might slip my carefully crafted noose now excited me in new ways. It added an element of danger to what had started to become complacency on my part. Also seeing her naked by her own choice with that very nice ass in my face didn't hurt either.Afterwards at my insistence, we showered together so that I could keep a close eye on her. That turned out so well. ...really sore. More cum explosions. My face was decorated with it. My hair. Cum soaked. Just like that, the gang was gone and I found myself all alone in this abandoned building, splayed out for all to see if they walked by and in desparate need to change clothes, put on shoes and socks, to clean up. I rose slowly, peered out, and saw no one at my car now. I decided this was as good a place to change and clean up as any. Out back, I had seen an old toilet that had water in the bowl. It was a. One of my lovers is a divorcee named Jean who is 64, and is a work colleague. Jean worked in the office, (still does in fact).We first had sex when I had been dropping her off home for a few weeks, and as a thank you she said that, if i didnt mind, she'd make me some dinner.I have always found older women more attractive and I'd had more than a few wanks thinking about Jean so I was happy to spend some more time with her. We had a nice meal, then sat in her living room with a glass of juice..