In collage I meet my wife and informed her of my fetish for female clothes before the relationship became to serious. The acceptance she gave me was s...rprising and very amazing to me. After I told her we would often go shopping for clothes and make-up. When we graduated from collage we married and like any other professional couple bought a home in the burbs. With my wife's constant help I perfected my female look to the level that I could go out dressed and fool most people in public. My wife. She suckedlike she had been doing it all her life, but I know it was her first. Itwas only when I was about to cum that she began to try to pull awayobviously afraid of what was to happen next."Stay!" I commanded. "Keep sucking, I'm almost there."She only stopped momentarily before starting again, but again tried topull away as I could feel myself shoving my cock deeper into her mouth.This time I grabbed her head and pulled it back down."I said stay there, bitch."The sudden stopping and the. The sensation of my lips on her neck drove her to a higher level of passion as she came in torrents, her heart pumping her blood faster and faster through her into my mouth. Just before the point of no return, I withdrew my fangs and let her lay back on the bed.I moved to the older woman and knelt behind her. She reached back and took my rigid cock in her hand and began stroking it as her fingers moved in and out of her own body. My lips grazed her throat. She too was at the point of orgasm. I. Guys and big tits, I think I should be offended." Kimberly laughed as she caught me staring at Rachel. Not that Kimberly had any reason to complain. Her breasts, while noticeably smaller, were perfectly shaped, and seemed to have perpetually hard nipples.I laughed in embarrassment. "It's not the size, it's the motion." That comment got Rachel blushing and she refused to finish scooping. I egged Kimberly into taking her place. When her own effort caused her small breast to quiver I feigned.