I grabbed a pair of loafers and sat down to put them on. Should I wearsocks? No, the pant cuff will cover the fact I'm wearing stockings, noone will...notice. I slid my stocking feet into the loafers, they feltso loose without men's socks, and my feet seemed to swim in them. Istepped in front of the full-length mirror on the back of the door.With my small but noticeable mounds and my fem ponytail I could barelypass for a guy. My nails really seemed to shine and on closerinspection it. ” I chuckled. “Is that any way to talk to the stud that just carried you to the heights of ecstasy?” “Mmm. You are my stud.” “That’s better.” I moved my hips, thrusting my hard cock against her hip, feeling it slide deliciously in the light sheen of perspiration that covered her skin. “Your stud is still kinda horny…” “Knock yourself out.” “What?” She never budged, never uncovered her eyes, nothing. “You heard me. Do whatever you need to do – just do it quietly, because I think I’m going to. She grabbed him and held him tight.‘So nice, so protected, so comforted,’Now the song came and she welcomed it’s poignant melody as it played in her heart, “Hold Me Like You’ll Never Let Me Go.” He pulled her close and took in her scent. Andrew shivered, ‘she still uses the shampoo that smells like spring flowers that I love so much.’He knew in his heart this woman was all that was worth living for.He loved her more than anything or anybody in this life and he had so much to talk over with her. And Maryanne wanted me to be there for the party, as she and Don were now calling it, so I could make sure everything went the way it should. I didn’t know if Don planned to participate, as he was married and might have a problem getting away in the evening, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to be working with a guy I saw almost every day who was fucking my wife. This turned out not to be a problem for either of us, as Don couldn’t get away on the planned night.Of course, what I didn’t think of at.