She looked embarrassed and uncomfortable, but slowly removed her dress. The black cop had her sit next to him on the sofa. He coaxed her to look at hi... big cock and eventually feel its size in her hand. There she was my beloved wife, with a black stranger's impressive tool in her hand. I could only imagine what was going through her mind as she compared my little prick to his giant-size cock.Apparently a lot of wine combined with the realization that she was actually holding a black cock in her. It hurt me to see him like that. He was wearing black stockings held up by a garter belt, a bra filled with falsies, a woman's long curly red wig and lipstick. The suitcase was open and one of the dresses was lying on the bed as if he had just taken it off. Because I caught him in the act, he couldn't lie about his fetish anymore so he told me the truth. All his life he thought that he was a girl trapped in a man's body. He said that the only time that he felt natural was when he was dressed as. We have got two bedrooms in a flat and mom and me sleep in different rooms, at night somewhere around 1 o clock we started getting blank calls and mom picked up and no one used to speak, I immediately picked up the parallel phone in my room and tried Uncle Rajs' number and it was engaged so I knew it was him, again I hung up and the phone rang, my mom picked up and said hello, then I could make out uncle Raj change his voice and say "I want to talk to you" my mom asked "who's this?" he said. He towered over her and his grey eyes were in flames. She could not make out what it was – anger or something else but it had the intensity to burn her then and there. ‘I am arrogant?’ he asked her. Jenna turned her back towards him and said, ‘I did not lie what I said just a while back. If you want to make yourself believe if I really said it, then I will personally confirm that I meant every word that I said just now.’ She clenched her palms just the tiniest bit, ‘Shit! Where did he come.