I then saw one of her stewardess’ outfits in the closet. I put the skirt on, it was a perfect match. It was a red skirt. I saw the red jacket, and t...ought ‘I need some boobs’. I took one of her bras and put it on. I stuffed them with her pantyhose. After that, I put the jacket on. Then when I had put on the jacket, I saw a box in the bottom of the closet. I could not resist, and opened it. There was a white wig and a red wig, like a ginger red colour. Anyway, I tried them both on, and saw. "Here we go!" She proclaimed and thrust her prong in all the way to the base.She was slowly stroking in and out while I tried to link up with my breathing. "In hold, out inhale, in hold . . .," I mentally chanted.She had her hands locked behind my head holding it in place while she thrust her prick deep into my throat. Her pace was increasing, making it more difficult to grab enough air. Her heavy ball sack was banging against my chin and her stomach painfully compressing my nose. Tears were. I gradually became convinced he started talking just to have an excuse to continue feeling me. But I don’t care what his reason was, we started having real conversations, and I loved it. Now I won’t deny that it felt good, but it still wasn’t overtly sexual. Not at least until the night he spilled some lotion in the middle of my fanny. He slid a finger along the crevice to scoop it out, but apparently didn’t get it all. It took him three tries, apologizing as he reached a little further each. She made something to eat, he laid the table, all in silence, neither wishing to break this companionable dream. Finally, she asked of his day, he said, that it had been a day of settling in and admin really, “but it got better when she had come home.” she blushed remembering her working clothes, her suit, and her shoes s**ttered to the four winds… As they ate, he suddenly asked what was it she expected of this relationship? Her reply somewhat took him back, as she said “liberation…she wanted.