I was just about to tell her to just go ahead and go when Eric said lets all ride up to the top of the mountain. There is a small mountain a couple of...miles from our house and there is a four wheel drive trail to the top. After packing a small cooler the three of us loaded up in Eric's 4X4 and started toward the mountain. My wife had changed into a denim mini skirt and her tanned legs where looking great. At five foot four and a hundred pounds she has a body built to fuck. Eric put his hand on. I wrote to him immediately and got a quick response that he was looking for a crossdresser and asked if I was interested.Crossdressing is not in my palette of sexual proclivities, but I hated to turn him down so quickly since he was hot as hell and the only game in town. He was forty-nine years old, six foot two inches and two hundred twenty pounds. He sent some more pictures, including his face, and I was immediately hooked on him. He was adamant that if I wanted to play, I would have to. “Go slow. You’re a goddess.” Josie did her best. She ceased to grind like a woman possessed. Rising up once more, she stroked. Her eyes rolled her pussy starting to quake. It’s never felt this good before. Harry rubbed her breasts, distracting her from her task. He seized the moment, rolling the two of them, his cock still buried deep but on top of her this time. He didn’t stroke. He withdrew. Josie clawed at him, trying to get him to fill her once more. Harry avoided her hands. He slid down on. " He dig not stand, offer to shake my hand or even hug me to welcome me home. He looked at me with disgust. My father told me, " Tell me what happened to you Jenny." That damned collar had my name on it. I told him how I had been attacked by a bunch of bikers. He said, " Give me all of the details." I told him how each of the three bikers had raped me and how helpless I was to resist. I told him how they had poured alcohol into my gaping asshole and how I had passed out because of.