Once done, all it took was a softfeathery caress and the gentlest of pressure from Scott's fingertips upthe curve of Zoe's inner thighs to make his in...entions plainly clear.Scott too trembled slightly in anticipation as the pair of shapelythighs before him parted company, opening a feminine gate to him as hiswife's legs spread wide in an unspoken invitation. Scott did notimmediately seize on Zoe's offer for him to take her. Instead his firmfingers continued tracing up her sleek thighs,. It wasn't till the early 70's when I finally gained employment and my own place, that I started back in crossdressing. I found shoes at thrift shops and garage sales. Lingerie was obtainable via the mail. Life was good, I was thin, let my hair grow, and maintained a low profile amoung friends and realitives. Then I met my 1st wife. she was about my size, height, and most importantly, same shoe size, (or close). I secretly dressed when I could, until one day she came home and found me in the. I'm on the floor, on my knees. Facefull of his cock. Ever since daddy turned me out I've been a fucking mess. Livingrecklessly and out of control. No, really. Everything he said came true,all that trash talk he was spewing while pounding me into tomorrow wasreally fortune telling without that fancy crystal ball or tarot cards.Like a palm reader he told me what was going to happen. He told me I'd bea cock ho. I am. He said I'd be begging for daddies cock. I do. Honestly,before that day, I. “I can’t.” I said. I didn’t know if I could. I had never had sex with anyone else before. I didn’t know if it was something I could ask for so blatantly!“Do it Ann, it’s ok.” James insisted.I looked over at Alan, he had one hand rubbing my leg and the other stroking his smooth cock.“Alan,” I stammered, “I want you now.”James pulled out of me and walked around the edge of the bed watching with wanting eyes. Alan took his place over the top of me. We made short eye contact and I slowly bit my.