I'm an exhibitionist, but the climate for doing this outside is changing and I'm not risking it that much anymore. The last years I've gotten a fetish...with wearing woman's clothes. This has always been inside my home (see my galleries) or sometimes outside where the chance of being seen is small, but this I wanted to change...I also like to get naked in the wild and open nature, I haver some nice pictures of that too which I still need to upload.But more about that later, now it's time for my. . disappointed in her ... and that registered.“I just need some time,” she said weakly.“I’ll never look human again, Erica,” he said harshly. “I’ll never walk again, or work, or anything, but I don’t want your pity!”That stung. What else was she supposed to do? How else was she supposed to feel? He was a wreck! He was all but helpless!Old habits die hard. Sometimes that’s not such a bad thing, though. She had been a dyed in the wool feminist when he’d become her ward, and they had often raged. His face was a mess, and I licked my juices off his chin and lips while I guided his loving cock into my warm, wet pussy. We moaned in harmony as he slowly pressed inward. Greg had seven inches of hard cock to give me, and the deeper he got, the better it felt.I lifted for his strokes, signaling I wanted more. As the tempo of our passion increased, I rolled him over and got on top, wasting no time bouncing on his lap. He grabbed my tits and squeezed them while I fucked him harder and faster,. When I opened the door I was somewhat taken by her attire. She was wearing Daisy Duke cut off shorts and a skimpy halter top, the same outfit she wore when he met her. I guess she figured it would rekindle his thoughts from back then. And after I told her I was in the middle of eating some lunch I invited her in. She sat at the kitchen breakfast bar while I finished eating my lunch. I invited her to have some but she said she had already eaten. I asked her what was on her mind and I expected.