“Mmmmm-hmmmmmm! Mmmmmf!” I withdrew, slopping her saliva in a string from my dickhead to her wet lower lip. “What would your husband say if he s...w you with your mouth full of a stranger’s hard black dickmeat?” Still clutching her hair, I fucked back into her greedy lips as she looked up submissively with a wild look in her eyes and emitted a mewling sound.Her hands pulled me into her mouth more aggressively, making gagging noises as she did so. “Would he tell you how slutty you are, would he. Ididn't change despite my feelings because I felt that I was kind ofpunishing myself by making myself be seen en femme by wife once more. Ifigured that even though she was outwardly comfortable with it, shewasn't internally happy about how I looked. I guess, I figured that I waspunishing myself by making myself look bad in front of her.It didn't quite go that way though. Joyce came home, and she sat down atthe table I set, and we shared a meal together without her evenmentioning that I was. She had the most amazing copper coloured hair I have ever seen, a sweet almost triangular face with a sharp chin but the face was dominated by large striking green eyes.I flushed and looked down at the table. God I wish my heart would stop pounding.I gulped down the rest of my coffee and quickly gathered my stuff. I really had to get out of there before I made a fool of myself. As I made my way to the exit I could see her sitting with some friends at a table near the door.I tried hard to keep. Margarita insisted on accompanying me to the beach in Kailua where Kitty's friends lived. You never know how dangerous going undercover can be, but danger always exists. Perhaps the fact that I loved hanging out with this cute, pretty woman weakened my argument. But I didn't really have a chance of swaying her. I found her relentless stubbornness sexy. Her fiery eyes burning, the power of her body language, every inch of that petite frame awed me. I found myself the passive one in our.