Half an hour later, Jeff’s bedroom door creaked open and there she was. Jeff’s little princess was standing at the door, standing sexily in just h...r white panties that was different from what he saw earlier. This pair of panties looked more and more familiar to Jeff. His old memories started resurfacing in his mind. ‘Abby, you’re here! Oh my, is this the panty that I saw a few years ago? When you come to my house to play?’ asked Jeff while staring lustfully at her very soft-looking white cotton. With Charlie and his mum down to stay, I had everyone I cared about there and no major worries on my mind. It was probably the happiest I’d felt in years.Things turned a bit surreal on New Year’s Eve, as that was when the honours list was released, and the papers were full of it. (Not much else to report at that time of year.) All of them seemed to mention my MBE, as my age made me a novelty. Some were kindly, talking about our charities, some ... well, you can guess what Murdoch’s lot had to. She remembered all the times of envying women she'd passed in thestreet wishing that she was them. All the times that she'd seen womenwalking arm in arm together enjoying a level of intimacy which, even asa married man, she could not enjoy with her wife. All of the times,she'd walked into the ladies' clothes shops in town, initially stealingfurtive glances as the clothes on the mannequins but later buying itemsof clothing to add to her growing crossdressing collection.Her blond hair was the. She loved it, and we aggressively made out, coating ourselves with his cum. We both turned to look at Adam, who had flopped on the bed, a look of exhaustion on his face; his intense prostate orgasm had clearly taken its toll.At this point I was more than ready to take my turn. I hopped off of the bed with more energy than the both of them combined. Jane stood up a little unsteadily, slid a pillow over toward us, and then guided Adam to lie down with his chest on the bed, bent over on his.