Even though I am a middle-aged man in my early forties named Michael Nyland. The woman in mydreams is named Michele Nylons and she is an attractive, ...exy, middle-aged transvestite. And; as I just stated; she is me!"Mike?"My restlessness has woken Nadine, my wife."MMMMmmm! Is that for me?" her hand slides under the covers and gentlysqueezes my erect penis.She is still dressed in sheer crotchless pantyhose and the satin baby-doll pajamas that I coaxed her into wearing to bed so we could. Damn she's sexy. Perfect tits and a cute arse. She said hello to me as I passed her by and rolled over to get me a prefect view of her cleavage. She then sat up and crossed her legs as she informed that she had passed her bike test this afternoon. She invited me to be her first pillion passenger. I agreed in a shot. I love bikes and its be a while since I was on one.She was only dressed in a bikini and I asked if she intended to ride like that. She replied "No never. I always ride nude" As she. Ambrose was now stroking her labia and worrying her button, making her wetter and her nipples like peanuts. It was the wrongness of it, cheating on her husband by fucking a bishop, that turned her on as much as the foreplay. Ambrose' middle and forefinger slid into her wet channel as he brought his mouth down to her left nipple, and nibbled it. At some point Ambrose had undone his trousers and let them fall, kicking them off. He had to remove the wedding ringed hand from his tumescence to. But immediately, the thought of sleeping alone in that wonderful bed made her Miss Harish even more. Soon, sleep got the better of her and she began to undress for the night.The thick woollen sweater was the first to come off. She untied her hairs next and adjusted her hairs to fall on her shoulders. For a moment there she stood admiring herself in the mirror. That cute look of her face that had floored Harish was still intact. She smiled at herself. Letting out a small sigh, she removed the.