There are men in the world who long to be freeto express that. Some to the point where they want to become womenthemselves; others just want to be mo...e open with their sensitive sides.There is nothing wrong with it; it's just that current societal norms shunsuch attempts. Think about it - several hundred years ago, men whoretights, wigs, frilly lacy clothes and went to the theater. No one thoughtthey were gay. Show those pictures to a group of high school footballplayers and they would all. She had three c***dren and her husband was the love of her life. However since she had met Bob while she was working part time in her local pub she had become completely infatuated by him. He was the complete opposite to her husband. He was 57years old so 11 years older than her! Her husband had a good job whereas e was out of work having worked on the oil rigs for many years as a rigger. He was a rough diamond who drank far too much and more often than was d***k but there was something about. " She clung to him. He held her equally strongly, nuzzling the top of her head and whispering his love.At length the storm passed."I must go to the loo," he whispered, "then I'm going to make us some tea. Sound good?"She nodded against his chest.With one final kiss to the top of her head he prised himself away from her, slipped on his own dressing gown and went via the bathroom downstairs. He put the kettle on and looked in the larder. There, wrapped up in tinfoil, was some ginger cake from. Raisa squirmed and wiggled. He put the brush back on the ledge and used his hands and fingers on her nipples, rubbing them in circles and pinching them. Raisa noticed a tingling in her groin. It was throbbing."Now, there, they are nice and clean. Pull her back so we can bathe her sex. Let's put her on the ledge." Jamon said.Raisa's eyes widened."NO! Please! NO!" she begged."Good idea," the female slave replied.The two slaves tugged her to the side of the bathing pool. Raisa fought like an.