The skirt was so short and tight itwas certain when she walked her ass would show. Her legs clad withstockings to her mid thighs as if she were a los... stripper. Dangly hoopshung from each ear. She looked like Teresa, yet her lips were full, hermakeup was well, simply put slutty. I stopped staring as the realizationcame over me that I was now my wife, I was Teresa. Motionless I stoodstaring at the woman I was, I was my wife, but not the Teresa I hadmarried, I was the Teresa I had fantasized. Maine uski baals ko bhi chusa or lund ko phir se chatne lagi, is baar humaare upar koi blanket nahi tha.Ab usne meri gaand pakdi or mujhe lund pe chada diya and meri chut me lund ghusa k chudai karni shuru kari naye pose me. Aadhe ghante chudne k baad vo jhaad chuka tha. Ab usne mujhe neeche giraya or meri chut ko acchhe se chaata.Itna sab karne k baad bhi uska dil nahi bhara. usne kaha k ek idea hai, maine poocha kya. Usne kaha k abhi ek station aayega wahaa se train niklegi but rukegi nahi.. I looked through my bag and found the lace-trimmed girdle brief. Months before I had neatly removed the small back support panel. I pulled it up tight and once again adjusted myself. I looked down, I had a slightly exaggerated pussy mound of a young lady. Next the bra, latex breast forms and the blonde wig. I felt amazing. I felt completely free! Could I ever sit at my desk and not think about this bizarre moment? I looked out the window and was glad I was on the 22nd floor! I caught a glimpse. I had never felt so good holding boobs before. Like I said she was a masterpiece. I started playing with her boobs and I was getting rough minute by minute and her moans started getting louder every minute. I thought before someone catches us, let me get her to bed. I turned her around and looked straight into her eyes and the lust took over both of us. We started kissing and we kissed for a long time, lips between lips, sucking, kissing and then I inserted my tongue in her mouth. She responded.