My hands and feet are too big.My face is no longer feminine as it was when I was pre-pubescent. Myfacial hair had a five o;clock shadow now matter ho... closely I shaved. Mydeep voice would never pass as a woman no matter how I tried to talk,But inside my head, it was a different story. I wanted to be pretty,even though I knew it would not happen in this lifetime.The stories on the internet websites are all fantasies. We write storiesof accepting wives. They don't want a sister or a French. "Now, I want you to spread your legs and put your fingers on your cunt." She was enjoying herself.I spread my thighs and touched my burning pussy, feeling it pulse under my touch."Open your legs wider. There, that's it. Now put your fingers inside your cunt, and get them wet with your juices." I did as I was told, and moaned a bit as I felt how hot and wet I was. I shoved my fingers in and out, feeling waves of lust ride through my body.She got off the desk and took off the rest of her clothes.. And right, and I mean RIGHT, next to me stood the luscious, delicious hunk of femininity, just dripping with sensual passion. Her hips were so close to my face I could almost smell the aphrodisiac aroma from her genitals. In my mind I could and they drove me wild. She slightly bent down to point to the screen and rubbed her thigh seductively against my shoulder. Expertly, we continued the idle chatter about computers and such. The occasional observer would not have noticed anything. ‘Love. She wasn't on any kind of birth control as she didn't like the way it made her feel and we both hated condoms. By the time we got around to start moving into the sexual part, it was getting late and everyone had had quite a few drinks and were pretty tipsy. We finally just said that we knew what we were here for and began to remove clothing. As more clothing came off the hotter everyone became. When my wife finally pulled down his shorts she was astonished at the size of his big dark black.