.. That was the 1st time I remember. From there I starting todress more.Going to goodwill during college breaks to pickup some dresses or try ona wedd...ng dress.There was a time I explored much more of my femininity in my late 20'searly 30's. Going out dressed en femme, shopping shopping =), going toclub dances, meeting other sisters like me, goin to various meetups andparades dressed. It was a alive exp.Then something happened and stopped exploring, a failed encounter with aguy one night in a. ” He pushed a fourth finger against my opening and I screamed in pain, to his delight. He pulled his fingers out of my aching pussy and I felt instant relief. I opened my eyes, instinctively, and my hopes crashed to the bed. He was coating his entire hand in lube. He really was going to try to put his entire fist inside me. I stammered in fear, “Pl-please, please don’t hurt me. It won’t fit. I’ll tear.” He leaned back down to my hole and I bucked my hips with everything I had, trying. Wendy and Jamie were feeling very exposed and vulnerable standing outside on this busy street dressed as they were. In their minds they imagined that every car that went by were staring at them. Bill got a chuckle at the obvious discomfort on their faces. He was also watching the cars. He had noticed a couple of head twists at the sight of the three barely dressed women, but the traffic was moving too quick past them for them to get much more than a quick glance. Bill could read his wife and. The house was like a cold storage unit for the next 2 days, I did not have much to say to her because I was so mad about how insensitive her remark was. I have no idea what she is thinking. I slept in the den both days. I came in from another medical appointment and the house was cleaned from top to bottom, my favorite meal was cooking in the kitchen and she was dressed in her finest clothes. I just walked into the den and sat down to read the paper. She brought me a drink and asked if there.