Some days she hated him for pushing her as hard as he ran his regiment, but she knew she needed him. She needed his focus. His drive. Yet she also kne... there was an emptiness in their lives. They hadn’t made love in almost three years. She couldn’t. She had very little feeling or movement from her chest down. The skin grafts and pins in her bones sometimes made even simple things like holding hands painful. Never mind having sex. Brent never complained. He never mentioned it. She knew that. Next, Carl slipped on the high heels and almost fainted from the feel ofhis toes in the nylon being pinched by the seductive stilettos. He wasin sissy heaven and his head was dizzy with thoughts of being dressedtotally as a sissy. He picked up the panties and stepped into the legsvery carefully teetering precariously on the razor sharp stiletto heels.Finally, pulling up the panties around his nylon-encased cock he noticedsome white translucent pre-cum on the pantyhose. He was breathing. Yours quickens even as mine calms, your natural predatory instincts aroused by the scent of your mate. I sense, rather than see, your head lower until you capture my mouth with yours, tongues entwining with moist, erotic purpose. The taste of you is both familiar and potent. You’re like a fine wine that I can’t get enough of. One sip, two sips, leave me thirsting for more, delightfully tipsy, my senses awakening. The more I drink, the headier you become and I want to gulp you down, no matter. “Gonna give it to you every day, baby,” he hissed. “Gonna give you the prick every day.”She climaxed twice before he shot his load in her. As he pumped cum in her pussy, she climaxed a third time. “Oh, ah, keep cuming!” she gasped. “Fill me up with fuck. Give me all your cum.”He poured it in her, pissing a stream of semen deep in her cunt.They shared an after-fuck. She swirled her pussy on his dick, and he felt it growing stiff again.He pulled it.