She came and interrogated me about her panties. She didn’t give it for washing!I was stone cold at that moment. I mean, yeah, I wanted to fuck her b...d but was never ready. She looked at me angrily and asked me what was it. I was nervous and asked her to sit beside me. She did so, and then I told everything that I’ve seen. From the start to the end. From the first night to the last one, with panties stuffed in her mouth.She was embarrassed and sort of, regretful about all that. She then. The secret, lonely life I had was fun but was still frustrating. Here was someone who had had the same issues and desires. By far the biggest fear I had at that time was that someone might find out, disapprove and tell everyone.I did feel shame because of the way society viewed cross-dressers and transvestites. There were also many ramifications with this being common knowledge, my business, my children, and violent bigots etcetera. If only it was possible to talk openly about such a lifestyle.. I pulled out her bra. Her luscious lickable boobs stood juggling in front of me. The sight of her sexy boobs juggling and her nipples standing firm made me crazy.I wanted to touch and squeeze them hard. She stretched her arms inviting me, “Come here.” I moved to her. She took me in her arms in a warm hug burying me deep in her lovely breasts. It felt so good, the soft feeling made me feel in heaven. I started to kiss her boobs.She held my head and moved her fingers on my hairs with great. His grin told me everything I needed to know and I tightened my grasp on him again, this time moving my hand slowly up and down his shaft and locking my eyes with his in the process.As his inhibitions began to give way he moved a shaky hand up my side until it rested upon the side of my breast. I used my hand outside the tub to raise his hand to my mouth and kiss his palm and then press it to my whole breast. His breathing increased even further as he weakly ran a thumb over my hard nipple.